Wind the clock forward and things are no way near as traumatic but way more complicated. Well yes I am packed or could be at a moments notice, yes I'm exited, but ready, meh. 43 years have taken their toll and I've just had last minute PRP injections in right Achilles to fix an injury that would be less than useful whilst tempting to walking 1000s of kms. Consequentially I've had to delaying my departure by a week or so to cater for an accelerated recovery from this procedure. So for now its, no walking, ice twice daily and I expect a shit load of DVDs.
Ice is for cocktails, isnt it?