Phu Quoc Island, Vietnam 23-12-2018
We planned our trip with a general arc, details to be hammered out along the way. This is a blessing and a curse. We booked three weeks at a family-run resort on this tropical Island, with an eye to hammer out some details for the coming months. And hammering we are! Work expands, they say, to fill the time allotted, and so it has. We’ve been spending a handful of hours each morning poring over maps, searching the web, trying to decide what we want to do next.
Glenn and I tend to labour over each decision. The big debate has been where to go in Europe – North or South? After a good two weeks of debate waffling, we’ve decided on the North. Whew, a decision has been made!
But where to go in the North? Northern Europe in the winter – do we brace ourselves against the winter cold with gnashing of teeth and fear of frost, or do we embrace the winter, and revel in the wonders that winter can bring? We like to brand ourselves as revelers and embracers, which is how we find ourselves in 30C weather among palm trees and geckos and fresh coconuts looking at pictures of snow-covered mountains in Central Europe.