Ambulando

So, I am coming back.
All has been arranged. Tomorrow a bus will bring me to Bangkok, a night there and then off I go, to Italy first, for a beer-stop at KM-ZERO and then maybe to London, for an interview and a course.

I am on a double mind.
Part of me is willing to go back.
Part of me is not so.
Splitting personality.

Which one I have to trust?

Today the rain started early in the morning and it is still going on. Likely I will miss my fish bbq for lunch.

In last few weeks I had a few troubles: looks like my body is getting tired, and it signalled it with a minor infection and a major disastrous herpes on my neck. Nothing so serious. A lot of pills to gulp down and that’s it.
Most serious is the aestetic effect.
Like a bunch of shelly fish had had a taste of my neck.

But like the fatal last drop, it broke my last resistance and took me by surprise, and I let myself wandering near the territory of the escape exit.
I pulled the plug with no second thought.

So I bought the flight, fighting the Alitalia fraud system that did not allow me to use a Spanish credit card in Cambodia to buy a flight from Thailand.
But I had the last word at the end, I had to buy the ticket from the UK website, paying with a UK credit card and doing all of this through a US anonymiser server. Geek wisdom is handy sometimes.

Anyway I am sad to leave.

I will continue to write, the road do not just end on that flight I take on Friday. I will continue to go around and talk about it.
Like Xavier De Maistre in his A Journey Around My Room, I will travel the limited borders I will be given in the next future.

But then I will come back to Cambodia, as I have a job to finish.
I am not arrived to Australia yet!