My flight was at 6.50 so I slept the night at the airport. Just like the beginning of the trip :)
I decided to sit right at the front of the plane and if any bastard even looks like he is going to make a play for the cockpit then he is going to have to deal with the flailing fists of fury from this six foot four, 77 kilo bald freak. Enough to make even the most hardened fundamentalist nutcase think twice I’m sure.
Got into to London Luton safe and sound at 8.30am and the temperature was a scant 10 degrees Celsius. And the adventure is finally over.
FOR THE LAST 92 DAYS…
- The sun has shone on me for a long part of every day.
- I have worn baggy shorts, sunnies and floppy hat every day.I have carried everything I need in the world on my back (or in the pockets of my baggy shorts).
- I have walked hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of kilometers.
- My most loyal and long standing travel companions have been the mosquitoes (what taxi drivers become when they die).
- I have seen stuff I have wanted to see since I was a boy and I was not disappointed in the slightest.
- I have worn a black t-shirt with FREAK emblazoned on the front in big white letters to some of the most significant archeological sites on this planet.
- I has cost me between 50 and 100 quid to withdraw and change money.
- I have spent between 100 and 200 quid on internet and email (the sharp end of the stick for writing these long emails).
- I have drunk less than I have in nine years and have not missed it
AM I A DIFFERENT PERSON AT THE END OF IT ALL
It’s hard to say. I don’ really think it possible to be the same but at the same time I don’t think I have changed that much. I certainly know a lot more. I’m a lot more aware of some of the pitfalls of traveling alone. I’d say I’m probably about as competent and travel wise now as I thought I was when I left.
Language wise I really regret not taking classes in Arabic before I left. In total I spent 81 days with the Arabs and the scope for learning a fair bit of their language was substantial. I think speaking Arabic would have made things a lot easier in some places (Morocco and Tunisia especially) and would have also enabled me to have a much richer experience culturally. Linguistically I haven’t totally wasted my time as I have mastered most of the pleasantries in Arabic and through my contact with other travelers from around the globe I can now say ‘show me your tits’ in fifteen languages.
- ENGLISH: show me your tits
- JAPANESE: oppai misete
- GERMAN: zeig mir bitte deine titten
- FRENCH: moutres moi tes seins
- POLISH: pokes mi cyce
- CROATIAN: pokazi mi sise
- SPANISH: (having trouble finding this one in notes but I have it somewhere, I promise)
- ARABIC: farjeeni bzazek
- MALAY: titraga feia
- RUSSIAN: pakazi mne svoi sisi
- HEBRU: tari li shadhih
- PORTUGUESE: mostra-me essas tetas
- DUTCH: laat me je tieten zien
- SWISS: zeig mir dim titte
- AUSTRALIAN: gidday luv
Thanks to those of you who took part in the journey. It would not have been anywhere near as much fun without you. Thanks also to those of you who wrote with well wishes, advice, offers of help etc.
In the immediate future I plan to get hellishly drunk with my London mates. Some of you will laugh at how ridiculously low my drinking tolerance has become. Others will have to carry me home and will think that I should harden up.
In the short term I plan to find an IT job in a depressed London IT market in what could be the worst recession for a very long time. So I may be pouring beer for a while to keep the wolf at bay.
backpacking is great
you meet the best damn people
and write about them