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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..

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10/6/2011

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Another week has flown past, but I have not been idle. Oh no. Another brief trip to Spain to see Dad, with his planned operation postponed and the ever imminent threat of recurring pancreatitis, it does not reassure me that my decision to go earlier than planned in July was a good one. But he has good friends and a good woman looking after him. My birthday treats have continued long beyond the Big Event and I am now fully trained in ‘Delicious and Different Desserts’. However, in retrospect, the ‘Meat Glorious Meat’ may have been a better option, if only for the view, having seen the participant hunks and chef. 

A day’s  shopping is an art form which requires constant practice in order to update one’s skills and achieve real perfection and my friend and I are dedicated to achieving perfection in this respect. I can now confirm that Shrewsbury provides the perfect training ground. It is such a shame that most men have not learnt to fully appreciate this complex and varied skill set, which can ensure substantial cost savings on regular expenditure. That said, we are talking about a group of human beings who generally consider being able to chase a ball around a field a useful skill set, so enough said.

On top of all this activity, I took the plunge and bought a new camera  and am pleased at my decision to buy local and pay more than internet prices. These new fangled gadgets require you have completed a 4yr degree & Masters in technology and have more buttons than Cadburys, just to snap a photo.  Although, in theory, there is a fully automated button so that even a dimwit like me can take a decent photo of a charging elephant, I  am grateful to my local shop that they are willing to coach me in the limited stages my tiny brain can cope with. ‘Ah yes’ says Jeff, pressing lots of buttons to reveal the true depths of my ignorance clearly printed across the screen ‘The reason this picture came out dark and grainy, might be because the flash wasn’t switched on’. He smiles at me indulgently. My new  career in wildlife photography may be some way off.

Back home, I wonder how my family are going to survive another 4months without me. Who will fit a new toilet roll, reconnect the towels with the towel rail, iron clothes AND hang them in the appropriate wardrobe? Will the bedding survive 4 months without seeing the inside of a washing machine? Will the bedroom floor ever see daylight again?

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    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. 

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