New Years Day 2019 – 6 Days before the Journey Begins

This is my first Blog and first post. I live in the quiet City of Bath, UK.  I woke up at 4am this morning  strangley happy.  For the past few weeks I have been waking up at this time with fear and worry. In my sleep I must have come to the conclusion that to be happy at this time in the morning was a better feeling.  Today is Tuesday 1st January 2019, in 6 days time my 19 year old second born child will be travelling to Bali, Indonesia, via Bangkok, Thailand and then on to Sydney, Australia.  The only way I think I will cope with this seperation happening is to write about it.  It maybe an outpouring of saddness, but  hopefully along the way there will be many happy and funny stories to share.  I hope maybe other people in my position will connect with this feeling.

The past few weeks have been rather worrying for me.  Did I think my daughter would manage this epic Journey alone?  Would she have enough money?  Has she had all her vaccinations? Where will she live?  Were the Planes safe? etc.. I then started to become a little neurotic Which Airline was she flying with?  Which country was she connecting flights in? We changed the original flight route but then the poor Travel agent did have to be a little firm with me and keep everything on track, “There really is no point flying all the way to Hong Kong and then back to Bali”  So Thai Airways and Virgin Australia are booked. My daughter’s Visas, and Banks are sorted and Hostels in both Countries are expecting to Welcome her.

Then terrible stories in the news put the fear in me.  A brave intellegent, independent young woman in the prime of her life was pointlessly murdered in New Zealand.  My daughter was upset by the reaction of the media and Facebooked all the positive stories about this young Woman’s right to travel alone.  My daughter is a happy, brave, free spirited, adventurous, kind young woman in her prime, embarking on a similar trip. I felt so deeply sorry for Grace’s family, I couldn’t watch the news coverage.

Then a Tsunami hit the coasts of Sumatra and Java in Indonesia and swept away all those young people watching a local Pop band Seventeen, the horror of it still rips through me. My daughter is an avid music fan and would have been at that concert if she lived there. Hundreds and hundreds of people in one night…how can this happen?

My daughter still determined to go to Bali made me worry less as she was sure it was what she wanted.  The only worry shown was when the Child of Krakatoa started spewing out ash.  We are hoping it stays quiet.  Her positive nature about everything has kept me rooted and let me let go of her to do this trip.  In 6 days time I will give her a final hug goodbye for a Year and I shall miss her immensely.  This is a Diary or Travel Blog by someone left behind.  I turn 50 this year and have always wanted to write a blog. Now I have a Year to get on with it.

Welcome to a Fantastic New Year 2019