And there we were; done. 14 months. 23 countries. Countless destinations (well, not countless but at this moment in time I can’t be arsed).
We packed up and caught a taxi at 8:15, suffered protracted check-in but generally enjoyed a simple flight through to Bogota first, then to Madrid (I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey amongst other things), then despite a short delay caught our flight to London and sped through the airport to an Underground train over to Kings Cross where we caught our pre-booked Leeds train easily and this is where I type this now.
A short train ride to Horsforth should follow with a quick car ride back to Fi’s folks for Fish & Chips. The weather outside looks like the end of the world (grey as it could be) and it’s the coldest we’ve been for a while but there are Yorkshire folk across from us and we’ve already seen a few home comforts that have brought a small smile to our faces.
Anything you do for a long time becomes the norm and we’ve been doing this for quite a while. It’s time for a break from travelling and a chance to enjoy the benefits of a bit of stability for a while. I hope in the not too distant future I’m hankering for another foreign adventure but for now I’m ready for home.