It is hard to get back into this writing thing. I don't know where to begin. The biggest thing I can think of is anticipation. Anticipation. Anticipation Anticipation Anticipation. It has been 374 days since I got back from India. 374 days that I have been waiting for another adventure. This has been a long year. It's been great though. I have had some truly epic times, especially in the last few months with...well, yall know who you are.
And I leave in 6 hours.
I am dead tired. A belly full of ethiopian food weighs me down along with the overwhelming number of hours I have been awake since Christmas. I know that a lot awaits me, yet we still have no idea what exactly that is. And that's what excites me most. A region that I have dabbled in only a bit, but has caught my attention since I was wee. And right now I am watching Courtney Love flip another bird at the relentless jabs at her during the roast of Pamela Anderson. It will be good to take a break.
I will be in Mexico City, the second biggest city in the world, in exactly 13 hours and two minutes.
I really can't write right now. I was expecting to have a grandiose pre-voyage entry, but I can't even comprehend anything beyond that gurgling fish tank, and the babbling of Tommy Lee about his huge...well, this is getting off topic. I need sleep, so that I can stay awake on the plane. I need to read the guidebook so I know what the hell to do tomorrow. wish me luck.
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