Alright, you patient and faithful motherfuckers. I’m back. Apologies for the long absence and the sporadic postings up ’til then. I landed back home a week ago today. It’s been an awful lot of recovering and quality time with the family ever since. The recovering was not of the post-hangover sort, but of the…errrr…’immediate repairs required’ kind. While away I caught a hell of a cold, sprained a wrist, broke my phone, lost some luggage, broke up a heavyweight dual and solved world hunger. Well…all but the last one, anyway.
I’ll be diving in headlong in the coming days. Starting almost immediately after I hit ‘publish’ on this post.
And, yeah…I think it was Skeptic who called it correctly. My hopes were not for nil. That little surprise I was hoping for did indeed come to fruition. A mate of mine from around the globe managed to extricate himself from all pressures domestic and work-related in order to join us for the middle leg of our journey. Tabarek, who many of you may know as the Malt Activist, met us on Islay and ran headlong into some unforgettable experiences with us. We’ll be doing some shared blogging and such in the very near future. Including notes on one surreal dramming experience. This guy truly is the yin to my yang.
More to come, friends. Thanks for sticking ’round.