I hate it when I can’t write because there is just so, so much to write. I’ve been feeling like my brain will explode a little for a while. Since Tofo or at least Inhambane. This isn’t that. I think there is just so much I want to put on paper before I lose the thoughts.

Travel changes you. I found myself walking into a bookshop yesterday and casually picking up a copy of On Liberty which I am devouring at an alarming rate.

As of next week, I will be reunited with my laptop and, hopefully, will be able, bit by bit, to put some of the swirling, circling thoughts down in writing.