Almost there.

The packing is finished, and the rest of my life is in storage. The visa has arrived, and takes up a full page of my passport - which some people say is because I'm off to a nearly communist country (I'm not, and I'll try not to defect). And even more importantly the flights are booked. Is it a good idea to more to somewhere that involves three planes, or two and a coach? I'm sure it's not a good idea to meet the new boss after 30 hours of travelling, but this is what I'll be doing. Thank heavens for travel wipes and lipstick.

And real beds, I never knew I could miss a real bed so much… I don't remember camping giving me this many aches, so why is a sofa bed?