Thieves. Where are you now? Show yourselves. No? I may have guessed, well may you stay in your rotten hovels until the end of days. In the immortal words of Alan Partridge "I'd love to get my hands on the bastard. Or bitch, could have been a woman".

Is it possible to get sick of seeking new things? It appears so. Mans desire to conquer this earth can apparently be quenched by a craving for the norm. At least in my case. No matter, I'm sure the sunshine will again bring out the best in me and my smile shall be restored.

Until then it is amatter of remaining strong toward the elements and whatever other obstacles are thrown my way. 14 hour bus journeys with no reading, writing or listening material will surely be a test of character but will equally propel me toward being a much more resilient human being. Or so I hope.

So long for now.