Its been 32 days since my mum told me that I have to write a blog,
25 since the holiday began,
13 since I got on my first plane
and 37 minutes since I decided to get my act together and start writing.
In those 37 minutes I've been lying in bed bouncing ideas around my head on how to start and getting distracted by anything and everything in and around my room from the book I'm reading to the number of people walking by the coffee shop.
At the pace I'm going this first post is gonna be finished in a week. I haven't got a clue were to start my recollection and I don't believe I'll be able to do this amazingly well but I have 6 months to perfect my blogging anyway.
To be honest all I have written so far is to avoid writing what I'm meant to write but at least I'm writing.
Well, I better stop beating around the bush and get to it. Theres many ways I could do this but I'll do this the laziest way possible from the beginning. No flashbacks and flash forwards and all such tricksy gimmicks and no way I'm gonna write every single day. I don't know why this has any relevance or importance to our trip but it does to mum therefor i may as well do it if I don't want these months to be a complete disaster.
It all began on a (sounds like a fairytale. maybe i should start with once upon a time) thursday morning when Saffron and I got on that plane.
TO BE CONTINUED
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