I felt odd driving away from the house yesterday, the windows and doors secured but something was not right as we drove towards the A14 to Heathrow via Twickenham. The last time I felt like this was March 9th, the day the limo left my house behind the hearse carrying Steve’s coffin to Wrabness.
I was so glad when Daren took a different turn out of Ipswich, the sadness dissipated and my focus returned to my huge journey half way around the world in 60 days.
I kept reminding myself of the question, HOW DO YOU EAT AN ELEPHANT? – ONE BITE at a time. And that’s how I’m approaching this journey.
After an epic Daren style Italian meal, Kate and I left for Heathrow. the bags were checked in, I knew it was time to say goodbye to Kate, my last link to the familiar. We waved vigorously until eventually I had to go through into security gates. My last contact with family and safety was gone.
And then I took another step on my journey. For a second or two I felt scared and lonely and the enormity of what I was doing hit me in the solar plexus. Again fortunately this was short-lived as soon I was tangled up with the check in officials.
Note to self, don’t try to pass through security wearing sequins, it sets off all the alarms. My bags were frisked too and although I was only carrying journals and books, I felt as guilty as if I was attempting to smuggle a Kalashnikov on board.
Once through the gates, I ordered myself a glass of wine and waited for the Azerbaijan boarding gate to be announced.
The flight was amazing, plenty of room, I laid out across 3 seats and managed to snatch some sleep.
I’m safe in Baku now, looking forward to discovering the adventures that Ryan and Helena have planned for me over the next few days.
One thing I do know is that we’re leaving the capital in 1 hours time.