London calling

Well its that time again, time to pack in a frenzy the night before my early flight. Time to see if I've learned anything from my past experiences. Thankfully this time I can pack only what I need for India. Shouldn't need to do laundry, and I will definitely empty my wallet of all non-essentials and keep an iron grip on it. I'm going to be on my own so if I lose it I'll have to sell my kidney for spending cash.

I got some of my travel demands met. I have an international cell phone with a calling plan, a wifi adapter, paper tickets for the entire flight there and back, a Hindi phrasebook, but unfortunately no spare laptop batteries. I'm stuck with this lap crushing beast for yet another trip. I'll have to save up for one of those super slim and hip powerbooks.

So just when I thought my travels were coming to an end I get an email from Mark saying he wants to send a technical manager over to Poland to stay for an extended period of time, like 3 months or more. Of course he offered it to me first, seeing as how I am not attached, have no children, and have already said I would like to go back. Honestly I don't think I'm ready for something like that, but it would be hard to pass up an opportunity to bum around Europe for awhile. We are starting to talk about what would be involved with such a trip and what we would hope to accomplish and such, but there won't be a decision until I get back from India. I don't even know where to begin planning for something like that. What would I do about the house? How do you pack for 3 months or more? What about mail? I have a hard time imagining being out of touch with friends and family for that long. And I would definitely miss Jester, I'm already missing him terribly now since I've had to leave him with his mom for over a month now. How bad would it be to leave him for 3 months or more? I swear I think of that dog like he's my son sometimes. Silly, I know.

So by cosmic coincidence it appears that I will be in London at the same time Chris and Toni will be there, on Saturday morning. We have toyed with the idea of running into each other for tea or a pint while I'm waiting for my connecting flight, but I'm doubtful that it will happen. Still, pretty unlikely to just happen to run into your family overseas on a completely separate business trip. Now I wish I would have thought to schedule a day layover in London to hang out with my big bro in his old stomping grounds. I could have looked up David while I was there too. I've always wanted to go back since I was there over 10 years ago. If only I could convince Mark to start a company in the UK...

Well, the sun is streaming in the window at an angle that tells me its time to go home. Signing off until I get to India. Ciao.