Alternate Vision

Somebody on nomadlife once commented "limbo is my only refuge." Indeed, an apt delineation of every nomad's heartbeat, orientation and mindframe. Our modus operandi. This evening, after the presentation on Nigeria, I am told a meeting with Taneli is on the agenda, the Finish lad who has just commenced his bike trip from Dallas to Buenos Aires.
The urge to take off is slowly getting the better of me. I have started thinking about plans for May. Alex recommends Turkey for the summer, but I want the fareast. All this rests upon the condition that graduate school has to work out for me, which, after a phone call I recieved the other day looks like it hopefully will. If I do landup visiting the motherland in May (fingers crossed), then there is no stopping me. . Now, the task I am faced with is to a) sort out my financial priorities and b) get the ball rolling.

F#*! I am late for my meeting and its raining. I just realised I cut myself while salsa dancing last night. Not sure how that came about. hmm Dang it! Shower power.