All systems seem to be ready to go, only a matter of hammering down a job and I'm on a plane back home. White sandy beaches, the beautiful
Piper
to keep me company, and I will be happy once more. My flatmates are cool with me leaving early, and my biggest problem will be shipping my bike bqck home. Turns out it's gonna cost about as much to ship as it was to buy it in the first place. What the hell is that all about. Oh well, in the time before I depart this frigid land, I must get out and document my surroundings while I can. The complete lack of snow back home will leave me little opportunity to obtain and winter photos for my portfolio. Only beaches and bikini clad girls, oh woe is me. . . .


