by Wordsworth..
Travelling is great. You get to do things you’d always hoped you would do but hadn’t gotten around to yet. So far our highlights include helicoptering over the Grand Canyon, seeing the first fog of the year roll over San Francisco bay, acting like big kids in Universal Studios, sandboarding in the desert in Peru, climbing a million steps up to Macchu Picchu, sleeping outdoors in the amazon jungle, snorkeling with sharks, penguins, rays, huge sea turtles, sealions & fish in the scorching heat of the Galapagos Islands, clubbing in Argentina and crusin’ in a corolla in Chile with the crazy Swiss. And we’ve only just gotten to New Zealand – backpacker heaven – all geared to the great unwashed ranks of the temporarily unemployed.
The world is feckin huge though. Whilst boating around the Galapagos (albeit with green faces) it was amazing how much stuff was out there just continueing on with life, even while (shock horror) YOU’RE NOT THERE WATCHING!!! Though the islands were small, the sea is just humongous. It’s absolutely amazing and makes you realize that you’ll never in your lifetime get to see everything and that really you’re not that important or that big a deal at all! 
Traveling also makes you appreciate what you’ve got though. Whilst before I had always said that I wouldn’t be interested in living in Dublin (mainly because I’ll never be able to afford a gaf there), I have seen Dublin in a different light since we left. It’s not so bad. Well the main things I miss would be the laughs with the gang, my family, my decks and of course – most importantly Mr. Chan’s and a bucket load of Simpsons of a Sunday evening. You do realize what bloody great mates you have though and what a bunch of funny bastards they all are.
Bundling yourself around the world also makes you realize what a fussy eater you actually are, (i.e. me) and a few times now (particularly in South America – mainly due to not being able to order correctly in Spanish) I’ve had chicken sandwiches, pepperoni and weird meat soup.. eek.. We’ve also realized how bloody krap we are at making decisions – especially the simple ones. It’s unfeckinbelievable. Yesterday we left to go have some lunch at 2pm. It took us so long to wander around deciding what to eat that it was bloody dinnertime (half five) by the time we had decided what we wanted.
Jim & me have also become inseparable whilst slowing morphing into each other. EEK!! It’s pretty difficult to hang out together 24 hours a day (with little escape – particularly in South America where it is a bit ‘uncomfortable’ to potter about on your own) and not start to think the same things I reckon. I’ve started to fall asleep everywhere (a previous Jim trait), and Jim has started to eat lots of spicy food (a me trait)!
Of course there are times that we annoy the socks off each other about silly things but mostly we get on swimmingly and have a great laugh! Now if I have to sit separate from Jimbob on a bus or a plane I start to wonder if he’s ok and turn around a lot making the thumbs up sign at him. 
That's all for now. I'll have lots more boring words of windyness again... someday...
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