Don’t think this is meant for someone else, because it isn’t.  It’s not like I’m about to jump on the next plane home - I don’t miss you that much.  It’s something that needs to be said from time-to-time;  I miss you, and I’m thinking of you.

The start of the Rugby World Cup has made me realise, I’m a little bit homesick.  You’d think that someone who is on walk-about would want to be, you know, at the world cup, but for me I have a strange longing for that big beautiful brown leather couch at Norfolk Rd C.C.  The beauty is in the simplicity: beer in the hand, surrounded by mates, yelling at a screen filled with people on the other side of the world, playing the game that makes me wonder; if Rugby Union is the game they play in heaven, what position would Jesus play? (and would he be on the same side as Mohammed or would Christianity versus Islam be the Bledisloe Cup?)

Where the hell did that come from?!

Anyways, I’m not too sure what to say really, things here are going well and I am enjoying Canada.  I guess I’ve just hit a bit of a stagnant patch and am definitely getting the feeling that I’m not making the most of my time.  This feeling will pass though, especially once I get to play in the snow.

The flip-side of the coin is that travel plans are evolving and growing in my head, new routes, new adventures and new possibilities are opening up before me.  There’s no way of knowing how this is going to end.

That’s what keeps me going.