The bright side of all the details, is that eventually you leave, and even if you never got to them, you can finally cross them off the list.
I think it was in November, that I saw an old LP copy of The Indian Himalaya. Just looking. By March, I had bought the ticket. In April, I found a cycling companion. Last Thursday, both bikes got securely snugged into one giant box. This week I'm celebrating my mom's 82nd birthday in Boston and trying to master the manuals of my four newest gadgets: the Nexto Extreme photo storage device, the Sony digital voice recorder, the altimeter/cyclocomputer, and the cheap back-up altimeter watch. And tomorrow, Monday, I'll make my way to the departure lounge for the flight to Delhi. I'll make my own mid-day way to the pre-booked, air-conditioned hotel, and Amy, my new mate, will get a midnight pick-up with the oversized bike box. Humid chaos awaits.
I think it was in November, that I saw an old LP copy of The Indian Himalaya. Just looking. By March, I had bought the ticket. In April, I found a cycling companion. Last Thursday, both bikes got securely snugged into one giant box. This week I'm celebrating my mom's 82nd birthday in Boston and trying to master the manuals of my four newest gadgets: the Nexto Extreme photo storage device, the Sony digital voice recorder, the altimeter/cyclocomputer, and the cheap back-up altimeter watch. And tomorrow, Monday, I'll make my way to the departure lounge for the flight to Delhi. I'll make my own mid-day way to the pre-booked, air-conditioned hotel, and Amy, my new mate, will get a midnight pick-up with the oversized bike box. Humid chaos awaits.
