After months of planning it comes down to the last few hours before departure, and I realise I have
very little idea of what I am actually in for. I think I've got everything sorted out, I think I know where I'm going, and I think I've packed all necassary items, but this bird-of-prey-sized butterfly in my tummy is saying 'you've got no idea buddy!'.
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