Last few days

Phil and I are trying to not think about going to Taiwan. Don't get us wrong, we are excited to go but... Well, Robyn Davidson puts it well in her book, Tracks. She writes,

"There are some moments in life that are like pivots around which your existence turns - small intuitive flashes, when you know you are on the right track. I watched a pale dawn streak the cliffs with Day - glo and realized this was one of them. It was a moment of pure, uncomplicated confidence - and lasted about ten seconds.

"Diggity [her dog] wriggled out of my arms and looked at me, head cocked, piglet ears flying. I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back. It's all very well, to set off on a train with no money telling yourself that you're really quite a brave and adventurous person, and you'll deal capably with things as they happen, but when you actually arrive at the other end with no one to meet and nowhere to go and nothing to sustain you but a lunatic idea that even you have no real faith in, it suddenly appears much more attractive to be at home on the kindly Queensland coast, discussing plans and sipping gins on the verandah with friends, and making unending lists of lists which thrown away, and reading books about camels." (Robyn Davidson, Tracks, Pantheon Books, 1980. p. 19.)

While we do have a better plan than she does, we are at the moment where we are wondering if we have just had a lunatic idea, as she puts it. Well, we will find out shortly!