I am sittting here lounging on my lounger with an upset gut... don't know if it was my new sit-up routine too soon after downing too many chewy chocolate brownies (a present from Rosie, the cook in Nairobi.. the most decadent treat I have had in a very long while), or if it was the fattoush salad I ate at Central Pub, the Lebanese restaurant I tried this afternoon.
But I have just had a good chuckle. More time on the internet, checking the news, and yes, also looking at a lot of travel-related sites. I came across the top signs you are a travel addict. Not that I needed an article to tell me that I am, but I did indeed find myself answering yes to too many of the signs.
However, I call myself a nomad, and I prefer Rough Guide or Bradt to LP, and Matador is my homepage. I am waiting for a map to arrive in the mail, I have been spending a lot of time planning my get-away from Juba (and what trip I could link to after that), and this morning I pulled out bits of toilet paper from the back pocket of freshly laundered pants ..... . The other day someone asked if I get homesick. My answer was immediate... yes I do, for travel.
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