So the idea was that our Gav (on the left in the photo) would go
off around the world and post interesting things on the blog
whenever he saw something, erm, interesting. It worked for a while,
but in the end we only got three posts out of him. Still, mustn't grumble,
especially when we got this excellent and slightly moving email
from him a few days ago:
The last time I sent one of these [emails], was about 5 months ago,
and took you up until the end of my time in the monkey sanctuary in
Bolivia. Since then I have been through 9 more countries, and now I
land in Heathrow in 29 hours.
The trip has given me exactly what I wanted it to; good memories
and hilarious stories. Some of these involve monkeys and condoms,
or cycling, and how I HATE cycling. Some are of bus rides, some of
pooing. One is of having to sing the first verse of Hotel
California with my brother at a village wedding in Northern Laos.
Some are emotional, some are not emotional, and all of them have
found me some life long friends, many acquaintances, and a sprinkle
of tosspots. I have slept in airports, park benches, on bags of
corn in a truck and even a beach club i was at for two good
friends' birthdays. I have learnt to surf, fish, make b***s,
tshirts and 'mania' as the spanish call them, as friendship
bracelets just doesn't sound as good.
What I have discovered, is not much different from what I knew when
I left. I want to grow old in London. I want to grow old with all
of you. The point of the trip was to give me time to stare out of
bus windows for a year, and have a good think of what I want to do
when I get home. I think it's going to be sandwiches. And muffins.
And cookies. And brownies. All in a little cafe, somewhere in
London, called the [name protected so no-one nicks it before Gav's
had a chance to set it all up]. It will take me a few years to get
there, but expect to taste the 'getting there' on a very regular
As for me as a person, I still dress like sh*t, my hair's a mess, I
cannot lie to save my life, and I still think I know it all.
Although I don't know how to make a coffee, or bake, or ride a
motorcycle, but starting tomorrow, I'm going to rectify these holes
in my worldly knowledge.
See you all this weekend, my first real weekend in 10 months, or
sometime during the baking week.
Gav sent that to all of his friends and family, and we asked him
if he minded us posting it up here. He said yes, so we did, because
it made us feel good and reminded us that we'll be very lucky to
have him back in London, scheming away, planning the opening of his
Welcome home Gav.