In a little over a month, I fly to Uganda for three weeks of adventuring in central Africa. I start the malaria meds today (I also have another trip in between).

I’ve reached that stage of cautious excitement – almost really believing that it might actually happen but trying not to get too attached to the idea in case it falls through and we’re all disappointed.

I want to go now. For a while there, I was really uncertain. I’m still nervous of what we’ll find there but I have no doubt – assuming the last few bits fall into place – that it will be the trip of a lifetime and one we will never forget. In a good way, I hope.

So each day is a day of hope and nerves, waiting for things to come together. This week is visa week. Perhaps the most nerve-wrecking for a while. Particularly because I fly to Zambia next Sunday, so things really need to work out on time.

I’m nervous and excited and hopeful and scared, but I’m not frustrated. This bit – when it looks like it might just work out and you know if it does it’ll blow your mind – this is anticipation of wonder.