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So
what can the eternal slacker do for a midlife crisis? Especially one
that's been going on since his mid-20s?
Anybody
taking half a glance at the Gullible Updates page of this drivel will
see that not a lot has happened over the last 9 months. That's because I
haven't set foot outside of Britain's crowded shores for a year, which
in itself would have been pretty depressing if it hadn't been for the
wider picture. Or the light at the end of the tunnel. Whichever way you
want to look at it.
So,
a June flight to Malaysia it is; then onto Borneo, Indonesia and then
potentially Papua New Guinea (logistics permitting) for some travel and
fishing fun. We'd love to have gone back to Cairns or thereabouts to
live (and fish of course), but they wouldn't let us stay due to the
general lack of an education and the "mid-life" bit of the
aforementioned mid-life crisis. So that's out. Instead, the eventual plan
will be to nip across the Pacific to Central America looking for
somewhere to put down a tap root and find something very different and,
let's face it, probably much better than Britain has to offer. Mexico...
Belize... Honduras... Panama... Costa Rica... Even Nicaragua. Whatever;
these days it'll have a more stable economy and a few less bent
politicians than over here anyway.
I'm
unsure how it's all going to pan out really. How I'm going to make a
living, (by that I mean we're going to make a living... cos
obviously the lovely Lynne's tagging along to make up the extra luggage
allowance - I've gotta get my rod tube on the plane somehow).
And not exactly sure where we're going to end up, as we'll only have a
one way flight ticket booked. But the world will again be our oyster,
and I will be again be dragging my rods and reels and camera down to the
water's edge in some sunny, sweaty, remote and hopefully beautiful
places - and cursing the weight of it all as I go. I have some fishing
ideas which are taking me to a happy place as I lay twitching in my bed
at the moment, and I hope they work out even half as good as the
pictures in my mind's eye. I'll let you know, either way.
The
knock-on is that Gullible's Travels will finally get booted into the new
decade. Whether my despairing head is in my despairing hands again, or
whether I'm having a little "I love my life" interlude, for
better or worse I'll be boring the pants off anyone who can be arsed to
browse these pages, so I apologise in advance about that.
So
come on! Bring on the mosquitoes, sweat, sunburn, ferrety rickshaw drivers, dodgy
food, ropey accommodation, onion-stuffed mattresses, dust, grime,
never-ending bus journeys, jock-rash and banana-farmers with boats
pretending to be fishing guides... Cos I'm sure there will be beaches,
jungles, wildlife, rivers, lakes, oceans, sunshine and fishes mixed in
amongst them. And heaven knows I've really badly missed them all. |
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