It feels weird to think that I’ll soon be on the move again.
Tomorrow evening I set off on an overnight coach journey to Manchester Airport, to take a flight at stupid-o’clock to Tallinn, in Estonia. It feels like it’s all crept up on me unnoticed, unexpectedly. There’s not been the nervousness of last time, the feeling of ‘I’m going to do something exciting and unusual’. It’s very weird, and I’m not sure what that means for my expectations once I’m en route. I hope it’s not a bad sign.
My plans for this routing keep changing, due to (amongst other things): a change in requirements for entry of British Citizens to Iran, which the travel agencies and the Thorn Tree forum knew about but which the British Foreign Office don’t seem to know about; civil war on the Kurdistan/Iraq border which may well spill over into Kurdistan proper; the possibility of meeting a fellow traveller (actually my old boss!) in Tajikistan; two convenient Independence Days; and the fact that flights to Bishkek in Kyrgyzstan were half as cheap as flights to Kazakhstan.
My plans to learn a bit of Russian fell by the wayside because I’m very lazy. This may be inconvenient …
Anyway, we’ll see how we go; hopefully I’ll fall naturally back into the buzz very quickly, and, as I really liked Lithuania, I’m hopeful that Estonia will be equally as calming and a good way to start.