I'm walkin'. Yes indeed, and I'm talkin'

From the rooftops I see houses, I see counties that border sea.
In the distance foreign mountains, one of those rivers is calling me.

There's only four ways to get unraveled. One is to sleep and the other is travel.
One is a bandit up in the hills. One is to love your neighbor 'till
....his wife gets home

Some kind of vague travelblog, about this n' that, and whatever else I may encounter on the road.

Thursday, 11 August 2011

40 days & 40 nights

It's 40 days or so until departure. I had my first 2 of many jabs this afternoon (my left arm is not enjoying it), and I'm starting to get things in order before I leave. I may attempt to give this blog a little life, with some travel recaps, and make it feel more than just utterings from a shoddy cyclist in 2009, as I do already have a number of posts sat in draft form.

So, I'll give it a face-lift, and try to add some content.
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