I’m back!

I write this in Aberdeen, where I am crashing at Justin‘s for the night, and am fresh out of the shower and into new clothes. That doesn’t wash away the fact I’ve barely slept in the last thirty or so hours and four flights.

Seattle to Los Angeles to Chicago to London to Aberdeen, with what seemed like the pace of the roadtrip itself, and there’s still the last leg to go – a train some tomorrow morning back to Inverness. The taxi driver at Aberdeen was surprised at this mammoth journey and said I was like Scotland’s Michael Palin.

A nice thought, although the idea of travelling with a crew of a dozen or so who plan everything for me in advance sounds like it would be wonderful to start with, and then exceptionally uninspiring and constricting after a couple of days.

Anyway, I have a few days before I go back to work, so can take some time to go through photos, and will let you know as I upload them to Flickr – which will mean I can blog a bit more about the trip.

Suffice to say, though, I am knackered, and not a little disheartened on the mullet front…