This feels unreal. I've been doing my thing 24/7 for years now, with no time for enjoying other bits and pieces of this big, cruel and wonderful world.
But for the next 15 days, I'll try to do some serious catch up... And blog about it here in case the occasional friend or relative is wondering what's happening. I might even post some pictures from my mobile phone, if I can find out how to get them transfered to a computer.
Early tomorrow morning I fly out of Torp to land in Stansted, north of London. A bus will take me to Heathrow where I'll get to sit on the back of a motorcycle driven by my hospitable friend Jim over to his place.
This will be my first time on a motorcycle, believe it or not! (I've driven a moped in my younger days, and even crashed it doing 80 km/h, but that's different. I hope...)