I am not leaving for Africa tomorrow.
This trip seems to be cursed as ever since I started planning it, everything has started going wrong. I wanted to pass my driving test before I left but after controversially failing I have only been able to book one test date since August and that got cancelled and rescheduled for Monday. So now I can’t get the ferry on Sunday and therefore have to put everything back by one week.
There has also been the unexpected and unwanted split with my girlfriend of over a year this week which I’m sure has come about partly because I have been very hard to live over the last couple of months due to planning this trip. The thought of going through Spain where she is currently living and not being able to see her is pretty hard to deal with. As is the fact that I will have to spend a lot of time with myself over the coming months so I don’t want to have to think about the break up when I’m cycling.
I’ve also spent months being grouchy as hundreds of people tell me I won’t make it, I’m not fit enough, I must be kidding myself or just laughing at me. Somewhere along the way everything got blurred and instead of being an interesting and clever take on a gap year this consumed my life and made me grouchy, irritable, single and now not even that keen to go at all.
I have to start next week however because I can’t afford not to and I can’t let down everyone who has helped me. But I want to either start enjoying myself or finish. One or the other.
Anyway, on a happier note I am off next Saturday, the 7th from Cape Cornwall at 10am. I’m sure I will feel better by then.