Two days ago, my friend A came over bearing homemade chicken soup, sourdough rolls and kombucha, to help eradicate this cold I’ve been wrestling. As I ate the delicious soup, we sat and talked, catching up – since we hadn’t seen each other in a while.
During the conversation, A asked when I was leaving. I said “about nine months – mid-March next year”. Then I counted. Then I had a moment of panic. Nope, not nine months. More like 6-1/2! Oh, goodness. So much to do!
So yesterday afternoon, I called UW Travel Medicine to schedule an appointment for initial consult and first shots. The nice receptionist lady expressed surprise that I was calling so far in advance for a trip scheduled for next spring. When I mentioned that I would be traveling for a year and a half, she expressed a bit of surprise, but moved right along with getting me an appointment soon.
“Where will you be traveling?”, she asked. “All of Europe, North Africa, Central Asia, China and Southeast Asia.” More surprise. She asked if I had an itinerary, so I told her I did, but it was pretty flexible since I would be traveling by motorcycle. I could almost see the fine mist of brain matter vaporizing and seeping out of her ears, so I gave her a moment, waited as surprise turned to incredulity and then back to a forced poise. “How many countries?” “20, at least” “Maybe you should just bring your itinerary with you when you come in, rather than me trying to type them all in.” I smiled and said that sounded like a good plan.
So, then: I have an appointment on Sept 10th to consult with the nice folks at UWTM, and have them start turning me into a pincushion. Each little step I take makes this a bit more real.
And now, I’m off to Touratech to buy panniers!