'Another four hours to go'. I gaze at the sea waves which in a second or two are about to occupy the best lengths of the seashore. I cannot comprehend as yet, that in those four hours one of my biggest dreams is about to be given a full right to exist aloud.
Three minutes to go. If no 'yes' answer arrives via email, we are about to trot the world in 3 months. I cannot quite realise whether my hands are shaking of the growing wind or perhaps only they are aloud to unconsciously express what my guts really handling.
NO! Email has not arrived. YES! We are signing into this mad adventure...
