Nine Days, Five Hours & Fifty-Six Minutes

Here we go again... It seems like round three but really it's round four. This time last year I was in Burgundy, the year before that Dublin, and before that Beunos Aires. This summer flew by, it seems like I just got home and suddenly all the things I had told myself I was going to get done before leaving again I hadn't even started.
I spent last weekend sorting through all my memories, and literally throwing 90% of them out in a ruthless downsizing. Me ma was concerned about the amount of stuff I had in storage if for any reason she would end up having to move it. Clearly she doesn't think I am going to come back from one of these adventures.
The summer home may have flown by without so much as a word typed, however the paper journal saw some action and some personal revelations.

I have had very little will to do any sort of planning for this trip, because honestly I really don't know how long I am going to stay in Central America before I fly over the ocean. But that should make for a much more interesting read...

182 days abroad with zero planning... 40 litres... and Tompers....
Sounds like an excellent adventure!