Zen and the art of travelling

We’re leaving for Africa two weeks from tomorrow.  And you know what I’m spending most of my time doing?  Trying not to think about it.  I’m really quite nervous, and every time I think about it (like right now), I end up with a knot or two or fifteen in my stomach.

I’ve never been tents-camping.  (I’ve been snow camping, but somehow I doubt that will be a skill transferable to Africa.) I’ve never really been backpacking at all.  I’m never been to Southern Africa.  I’ve never been travelling for more than a couple of weeks.  I’ve never been somewhere where there’s a real risk of catching a dread disease or getting caught up in a tense situation.  I’ve never done any travelling where I didn’t have *any* places to stay booked in advance.

… And this is our honeymoon.  ::shaking her head::

I mean, it’s going to be great, I’m sure.  I know that I’ll come back amazed by the experience, hopefully with lots of lovely photos to show for it.  I’m fully expecting it to be wonderful through and through.  But that doesn’t mean that I’m not nervous.

… Oh yeah.  And I have to take the GRE in a week and a bit.  Ohbloodyhell.