'Screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail'
I'm with you Lady M.
In just 10 days time we set off on a seriously big adventure. Almost 15,000 kilometres in an 83 year old car through rainforest, deserts, salt flats, past glaciers and up and down Andean mountains at some seriously high altitudes is not to be undertaken lightly. Long distance rallying is addictive, thrilling, exhausting, emotionally draining and an utterly fantastic test of all ones limits of endurance. I adore it. I am very excited about it all and, if it is half as good as Peking to Paris that will do. Actually, I think it will be every bit as exciting and full of thrills and surprises.
That is not to say that I do not have any anxiety about what lies ahead though; that would be a bit abnormal, I think. It's dangerous and, inevitably, there will be some fraught times.
P2P threw a large number of difficulties at us but, I can truthfully say, that not once did we wish we weren't doing it. You just get on with it, think positively and don't complain. At the moment though, just now and again, I find myself with black thoughts in the darkest hours of the night but they always disappear with the rising of the sun. It's not meant to be easy, that's part of the thrill.
What to take is yet another test. I have enough room in the car to fit about one Waitrose carrier bag and yet, we are away for forty days and forty nights, (yes people, the whole of Lent as it all kicks off on Ash Wednesday), I have to be prepared for tropical heat, and freezing temperatures, need half the contents of a pharmacy and, of course, hair tongs.
I am always a last minute packer but that doesn't mean that I don't think about it and this time is no exception. I awake in the night thinking 'Velcro'! Or I find myself chopping an onion and 'lens cleaner' screams in my mind.
10 days until Rio. So much to do. Aaaargh!
In just 10 days time we set off on a seriously big adventure. Almost 15,000 kilometres in an 83 year old car through rainforest, deserts, salt flats, past glaciers and up and down Andean mountains at some seriously high altitudes is not to be undertaken lightly. Long distance rallying is addictive, thrilling, exhausting, emotionally draining and an utterly fantastic test of all ones limits of endurance. I adore it. I am very excited about it all and, if it is half as good as Peking to Paris that will do. Actually, I think it will be every bit as exciting and full of thrills and surprises.
That is not to say that I do not have any anxiety about what lies ahead though; that would be a bit abnormal, I think. It's dangerous and, inevitably, there will be some fraught times.
P2P threw a large number of difficulties at us but, I can truthfully say, that not once did we wish we weren't doing it. You just get on with it, think positively and don't complain. At the moment though, just now and again, I find myself with black thoughts in the darkest hours of the night but they always disappear with the rising of the sun. It's not meant to be easy, that's part of the thrill.
What to take is yet another test. I have enough room in the car to fit about one Waitrose carrier bag and yet, we are away for forty days and forty nights, (yes people, the whole of Lent as it all kicks off on Ash Wednesday), I have to be prepared for tropical heat, and freezing temperatures, need half the contents of a pharmacy and, of course, hair tongs.
I am always a last minute packer but that doesn't mean that I don't think about it and this time is no exception. I awake in the night thinking 'Velcro'! Or I find myself chopping an onion and 'lens cleaner' screams in my mind.
10 days until Rio. So much to do. Aaaargh!
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