can it be a blog???

It has been a while since i wrote anything up here. I seem to have been distracted from the blogging cause.

I seem to have a jumble of things to write about... where to start?

I have finaly uploaded a pile of photos from the Outer Hebrides trip. Most beautiful place. They are on my Flickr site which is linked from the right hand side of this blogedyblog.

This last month I have been back working in MK. Initially work seemed a bit of a shock after 2 months of unemployment... but I seemed to acclimatise to it fairly well. Ended up going to Madrid for a weekend conference where I had to do a short presentation. It turned out fine, and was quite entertaining... lots of spannish wine and mini food (tapas)... also a large number of mafia types wearing dark glasses and accompanied by glamourous small ladies.
The easyjet flights were also entertaining and I surpassed myself by arrive 3hours early for the flight. Anyone who knows me will know this is highly unusual. in fact it has never happened before. Normally 3 hours before the flight I am packing. In event the flight was massively delayed, and I managed to read a whole book whilst waiting. Another 1st - a book in a day.
Anyways I got priority A boarding pass and was able to sit right at the front of the plane and pretend I was an executive business type... 'pretend' being the operative word. The fact that I was wearing a fleece and had a backpack and was flying easyjet was a bit of a giveaway.

so now it is only a few days before i leave for the land of nepalese. I was reflecting on how different it feels now, compared to when I was preparing to leave for Mongolia. Back then (over 4 years ago now), the year ahead stretched to infinity and in many ways seemed like a long black dark hole, which I couldnt imagine how (if?) i would emerge from. Time was spent frantically buying many many things (many unecessary) to feed/entertain/moisturise me through the long cold winter and long hot summer in the town described by Lonely Planet as 'dusty and souless'. Now, 4 years later I am excited about going away, and it seems in my mind that a year really isnt very long at all... I am fairly sure I can survive wherever I am and that in most capital cities you can buy most things you need and want. Therefore no need for mass panic shopping?!! Interesting.
I am also wondering how differently I will feel at the end of this next year of my life. I left Mongolia wanting to stay... and I still feel like that now, even tho time has passed I want to go back (lots). Will I feel like this about Nepal in 4 years time? or is it only possible to fall in love with one country?

All this obviously omits the lovely 'bodge, which is not really intentional... my 6 months there just seemed to slip past in a blur of sunshine, sweat, holidays and logframes... it was always temporary. Not as permenant as a year perhaps?

Probably enough musings from me. Not sure when I'll next blog. Perhaps from Kathmandu.

over and out
me x x x x