5 weeks of travelling ... all but a blur

I am back, albeit without a functioning voicebox & a nasty cough. Of course Murphy's Law dictates that this be the only outcome after 5 weeks of reasonably good health - free of diseases and plagues that struck most of the travelling group e.g. diarrhoea, hand disease, extremely irritated skin, gastro etc. I am 'survival of the fittest' personified.

Been pretty cruisy at work going through my 400 emails and delegating all meetings to colleagues due to lack of voice (very effective excuse). It's weird being back home. So much so that ever since coming back, I've had episodes in the middle of the night where I haven't been able to figure out where I was. Fairly scary feeling.

So the last 5 weeks have been pretty awesome. Travelling is such a beast in itself. It really does enrich your life in many ways. It is a true learning experience: the history of a place, the culture, the politics, the art, the language, the architecture, the transport system, the anecdotes, the lives. You also tend to develop a better understanding about yourself and the people around you. No doubt this enlightenment will disappear in a flash when stuck in the confines of 'reality'.

Lots to holiday memories to share - shall leave it for another day. Suffice to say that it was a fantastic month and a bit. Shout outs to the Bubbles the toothless tiger, Nazi the spew cleaner, Shotglass the mugged tourist, Eyebags the Rome advocate, Gaunty the sweet-talker, Flopper the crazy drunk, & Whiteboy hubby the cycling schoolboy.