The faint hum of something interesting

Hello,

I know something is coming. Largely because we have to move out of our house. Books are in boxes, clothes in cars and we sitting in a room 60 kilometers away. It is far easier to procrastinate from a distance.

In a week and a half we will be flying into Istanbul, Turkey. Like any trip there are many things to be done before we get on the plane but right now we are content to hide in a room at the farm. The planned move from procrastination to action has no urgency attached to it at the moment. Rather it feels as if we have mud on our boots and instead of stopping to clean it up we are content to plod on. In fact I reckon we will be taking a little mud on the plane with us.

Through the haze of menial chores there is a gentle whirr of an engine and past that the high pitched hum of a thin tyre on asphalt. See, Karolina and I got infected by ideas of 'freedom' and 'freedom' in this instance is to be found in a bike, some panniers, a tent and the thousands of kilometers of road through Eastern Europe. So thats the plan, what it will look like in its activation is anyones guess. I only have two images that seem to circulate with some comedic regularity. Both involve Karolina laughing at me as I am the victim of unrequited physical love. The first at the hands of a gypsy and the second... a bear.

This trip is a bit of a mystery and as time solves it for us we will keep you posted.

Until the next post it is packing and cleaning, but first something else.