Burma Border Ben
May 2005
The Home Straight
Burma Border Survival Guide
Sleeping With the Enemy

April 2005
Son, Moon, Stars
Occupants of Interplanetary Craft
Ben time
Sweet Nourishing Gruel
A Picture Postcard
Ma Sandar's view

March 2005
Grange Hill Days
BBBBBBBB
The End of Exam Picnic
All Change Please

February 2005
The Whistle Stop Cafe
That Aint No Fortune Cookie
Sweet Valley High
Border Buddies
Food Glorious Food

January 2005
Amid the Chaos of the Day
Goodbye Bainton
Top of the Thailand Pops 2004
Father Christmas Goes on Holiday

December 2004
Linguadrama
Happy Mae La Ou Camper

November 2004
That Faint Sour Panic
Lizard Life
Chiang Mai Hello and Goodbye
Two Hours and Counting

October 2004
My Last Day
Flights, Visas and Jabba the painful
The Party

Two Hours and Counting

Well this is it! It's just gone 8.30 and I'm sat in Heathrow terminal 3 internet thingamyjiggum (it actually says that above the entrance - nice touch) and my flight leaves in just under two hours.

I am currently:

- bereft of all above-the-shoulder hair (what's new about this I hear you ask? Well, it is significant because it took me an hour to shave all of said hair off thanks to boots' rubbish economy razors and I now have nigh on 14.3 cuts on my shawn head - a painful shower experience this morning confirmed this)

- feeling increasingly confident about going / leaving / arriving, but my insides are all tingly-tangly (i think that's going to be the first word I teach when I'm there)

- worried about my mum taking more photos in places she's not allowed to... i swear we're being taled by the SAS

- feeling really good to have got to see lots of friends before I left - bit of a whirlwind but brill. It included a little too much walking (I'm missing Bumpa/my bike already... please could you all partake of one additional cycling journey at some point over the next year to make up...). It meant all the grand thoughts of departure have kind of been pushed to the back of my head over the last week so suddenly wham bam here I am... but that feels good and as refreshing as a tube of refreshers (consumed in tandem with a gallon of water).

- thankful for all the advice i received from friends... I'll try not to be pushed down wells or mines by vengeful monks, I'll watch out for the LBs, I'll try my best to smile back at the world when all is caving in, I'll try to remain calm when the only in-flight TV in English is Bewitched - the late 90s pop beat combo from Ireland.

- smiling because I found an Amilie tape last night which made me keep my head when all benthoughts around me were losing theirs

- looking forward to learning Burmese. on this note the most important thing I've learned so far is (and bearing in mind the above) "sarn chi may" (phonetic spelling, for some reason this keyboard doesn't have burmese script) which means "I'll give it a go"

Anyhow, had better dash - off to do the goodbyes down by the departure lounge. Hope everyone out there has a great year - take care of yourselves and enjoy the ride wherever it takes you,

UK-Ben signing off,

xxx

MT