My second blog post and I’m already departing from the unifying theme I prescribed myself. How fickle. I’m not even in Peru yet; I’m still in Rowlands Gill. How boring. However, yesterday’s events were slightly dramatic and still exercise related so I thought I’d fill you in.

Since I am to be leaving the UK very soon, I decided to have one last whirl through the countryside in the saddle of my trusty steed (bike). The weather wasn’t great and I didn’t really know where I was going but that’s never put me off before. Maybe it should have. Whilst hurtling down a steep gravelly hill somewhere near Sunniside, I managed to launch myself over the handlebars and land on my face. I now look like this.

I think it’s safe to say there will be no Latino romance on the cards in the near future. I have been told I look solid though, every cloud… After spending four hours in A&E I went home with some codeine and the knowledge that my injuries are mainly muscular. You will be relieved to know that since my face took the brunt of the fall my new trainers are still looking fresh. Phew.

So the big pack was left to today! It was surprisingly easy and I seem to have been quite efficient. I have about half as many clothes as I took to Bestival last month; a five day festival. I definitely won’t be looking as fabulous as I did then, but I will be able to carry my backpack (depending on what injuries I have). So this is it, my life for (up to) a year stuffed into my little navy knapsacks. I think I should be scared.