Spirited Adventurer

For the last two days I have been saying hi and bye to some very good friends who are the type who after 4 years it feels just like yesterday that we were hanging out, working together and having fun. It reminded me of what made my time of living in London so good. I do feel sad to have to say goodbye as well to friends who I love so dearly, and then I remember that we will see each other again. Who knows when but it may be sooner rather than later - you never know. So on my last day I am really looking to chillax, probably wander around Clapham and just enjoy the vibe again before finishing packing and seeing what ( if anything I may need to leave behind.) all good!!! Oh and the rest of Ireland was fantastic. Will be good to post some of my 10,000 photos when I am home. Next stop is Tokyo, fly out tomorrow (watch more movies on a plane - yay) and I am looking forward to it :) .

It is necessary to tell this story as it is so relevant to travel and how life is as well. I was driving what felt like all day in my car with no air conditioning in a 20 plus degree heat wave in jeans ( as who knew that Ireland of all places was going to be this hot). My sat nav died after the first day as the car hire company have me the wrong connections for my car. So I have a plan just to turn up at a B&b ona Friday in Ennis and get a room. Well Ennis is a ridiculously set out town, I am not getting a good vibe from it and a B&b I stop at is all full (didn't really like it anyway but I was getting to the end of my tether. So next alternative is to find a hotel. Drive around, follow some signs and find a hotel - nope they are full. I do get a map though. Now I am driving around in a pool of sweat by now ( lovely I know) and ask the nice hotel lady which hotels would have a room. She lets me know Woodstock is good and she can't really read the map, so her directions are sketchy at best. So off I go again. Out of frustration and another ten minutes of driving around I pull into s service station as I am lost again. Now I don't know WHY ts happens but don't you love that when you are stressed and by this time I was fuming under the collar , you can't really hear directions and it's hard to focus. So I get directions, except the young guy decides at the last minute to change the route - as he thinks though town is easier. So I go that way and that road ends up in 'lost' again. So I try to remember what his first route was, and have a scream to blow off some steam,and then I give up on the verge of tears. Which is exactly when I end up seeing the sign for Woodstock the hotel. I get there, ask for a room and the lady behind the desk helps out. To the point that she organizes me the next stops accomodation as well. In fact she calls them, tries one town that she recommends but it booked out and then books in the next best one. So at the end of a hellish drive, I am taken care of, have the best next day as I don't have worry about accomodation and it is all because of an angel called Tracey. We don't know what is around th corner and even though we get lost and lose or cool and lose the plot, there are too many angels in this world for it to really be the end of it.