A big, bold solo adventure – you swing between terror and elation with pendulum regularity.
You are organised – so organised, nothing could possibly go wrong.
In the car, you can barely stop yourself from howling. All that practice, all that hoping and dreaming, threatened by a set of blocked sinuses. Still, it’s probably for the best, you console yourself. You’re too administratively challenged to travel alone. You’d leave your laptop at a bus stop. Or drop your iPhone over the rails of the Princess Pochahontas river cruise. And as for learning a language – who were you trying to kid? You’d be completely tongue-tied – like in your year twelve Japanese exam. Spend the fortnight be lying to your family, while secretly speaking English the whole time.