So this is it, my last day in England. Tomorrow, I’m going to Peru, and a certain little bear is coming with me.He’s been living in London for over 50 years, but apparently he’s bored of the expat life, so I made a trip to Paddington Station, picked him up and I’m taking him home.
Paddington is known for getting up to all kinds of mischief, so who knows what adventures we will have together?! Our first stop, just for a night, is Lima, where we will recover from our jetlag before boarding an overnight bus to Huaraz. Here, we’re going to live the local life, I hope Paddington can teach me a bit about the customs and culture. We’ll live with a family and every day Paddington will help me teach English at a primary school. He’s pretty fluent nowadays.
It’s taken all day to pack – Paddington only has a tiny suitcase so he was ok, but as a first-time backpacker, I had a bit more trouble. I after my first (over)estimation of how many outfits my backpack could hold, I reduced and reduced until the bag would close and my room looked like the floor of Primark. But it’s finally done and I feel quite proud of myself (if a little disconcerted) about the amount of clothes I’m leaving behind. OK, so the backpack is full, but a good percentage of that is books for the children and my hiking boots.