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.<\/p>\n
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!<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
“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.<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
And now, I’m off to Touratech to buy panniers! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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