Pilgrim Haircut

My golly gosh.  It’s upon me already.  I’m leaving tonight and I need to pack and get ready for almost six weeks away.  I’ve never gone on holidays on my own before and I’m feeling guilty about leaving Nanette, Isabel & Eric at home.  But this is not a holiday, it’s a pilgrimage and I’m going out there to walk my ass off.  I’m wondering if these feet have the stamina to make it 500 miles.  Miles sound much better than kilometers.  The Proclaimers couldn’t have sung about 500 kilometers, but 500 miles, YES!   I’ll be voluntarily submitting myself to 24 hours of Hong Kong Chinese torture.  It’s called Cathay Pacific economy class to London.  Sit in a pathetically small space, be starved of sleep, sustenance and respect, and hope you’ll come out the other end alive.  But still an order of magnitude better service than Qantas or (shudder) any American airline.

I gave myself a pilgrim haircut this morning.  No need to carry a comb and it dries quicker.  I'm hoping for an end to Australia's latest Socialist experiment on Saturday.  Keep well and I’ll write again from the Camino.  

Bob