Its a sad goodbye this morning to Laura and Sarah , our Scots lasses, as they head back home to Dubai. They have brought so much fun and entertainment to the truck. It’s going to be oh, so quiet without them. On the plus side, with only 12 of us left, we can each stretch out across 2 seats, charge our cameras, laptops, Ipods, etc, whenever we want and have enough space in the fridge for our lunch AND cold drinks. Bliss. Sure enough, it’s a subdued truck as we set off on our 630kms to the next pitstop. The scenery is stunning as we head through the mountains and the truck crawls up the hills and round the bends. It’s still daylight as we arrive at Farmhouse Camp, but only just. It’s a lovely little site with hot showers. Well, they’re hot as long as you get in first! I’m definitely not last in that queue. Tonight, no-one has to cook as the campsite bring us a huge pot of meatballs. There’s a definite nip in the air but a trip to the thatched bar hut soon ensures we’ll sleep well enough tonight.
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What Vicki Did..After 25 years of corporate travel in international sales and marketing, Vicki decided to chuck in her job and swapped 5 star hotels for budget hostels, tents and a sleeping bag as she travelled the world. She's never had so much fun. Archives
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What Vicki Did Next..
It’s already 5 months since I returned from my ‘Trip of Lifetime’. I have not been completely idle in the interim but I can confess that, almost from the moment I landed in Heathrow to a fairytale snowscape on Christmas Eve, I have been planning my next ‘Great Escape’.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my home, my fantastic supportive family and lovely friends (I only have lovely friends, otherwise what’s the point!), and it’s not like I haven’t had plenty to occupy me since I got home, but after a few days back in the routine I get itchy feet. I do realise that I cannot continue to spend money without earning it but I am not anxious to return to corporate life and so take some time to focus on new career alternatives and avail myself of the external support my previous employers have been kind enough to provide. I am a gypsy at heart. Consequently, I have spent time visiting family and friends who live that bit further away and who I didn’t have time to visit when I was working. I have even ventured to North America for a month, to do a little sales & marketing consultancy for a longstanding university friend in the aviation business. That was a great experience and learning about a new industry was fun and exciting, if a little daunting, in the time scale. I returned home certain in the knowledge that it is a direction I would much prefer to pursue, rather than a regular 9 to 5.
In April, I celebrated a BIG BIRTHDAY but age is only a number and round numbers are worth celebrating. So I did, for a whole weekend and beyond.
I have more visits scheduled, to Ireland and Spain and many more I have promised to visit but still not scheduled. Still, it’s not enough. I miss the buzz of the unknown. My itchy feet demand adventure, new experiences, and even a little hardship to encourage me to appreciate what I have waiting at home.
Africa is calling and I cannot ignore her any longer..