Baby Got Back
Baby Got Back
So it has come to this. Sadly, it’s now time for me to hang up my rucksack, incinerate my travel towel and rejoin the world of the working. Landing back in Blighty has its compensations though - meals from mum, proper Dairy Milk (shame on you, Australian Cadbury’s) and a wardrobe full of shoes.
But if you have to come back, what better way to finish your trip than with an Amish covers band and a cancelled wedding (not mine!) . Perhaps not the classic backpacker’s finale but the lovely Kimmy’s cancelled nuptials meant we spent the wedding weekend taking a road trip to Atlantic City, New Jersey’s budget version of Vegas. Having been to Vegas proper the week before I was getting a bit of a taste for 24hr gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets, but luckily the bride wanted to party so my nascent slots addiction was nipped in the bud. I spent the last few days in New York, weighing up the pros and cons of rejoining the real world or running off to Vegas to make it as a dancer. For some reason the real world won. Nah, I’m joking, it’s good to be home, to look back at photos of heli hiking and temples, dolphin swims and mountain treks. I can’t believe how much has happened in the last four months. If you’re reading this and even thinking about taking a career break - go for it! You won’t regret it. I don’t.
xxx
