Going... going... not going... going again...

Long day, very long day. I woke up and was oblivious at first to the tragic events that had already happened in London 2 hours earlier. It is amazing the reactions and emotions that you go through. At first I was speechless, then I was amazed and intrigued, then I was angry, and then concerned when it dawned on me that people I know and love live there and travel those very routes. That's when I started (along with some others online) to try and get in contact with people. As it turns out they are all ok, pretty shaken up I imagine, but still ok. Hearing the reports that only 2 had died made me annoyed. Everyone could see the state of that bus and know that there was a huge chunk missing, why not be honest about it?! I think that's me missing the point though. If you have loved ones injuried or worse then my prayers are genuinely with you.

This lead me to being hugely worried about flying out. So I didnt. Refuse to. Then prayed. Then it clicked, and now im going at 8:55 this morning. Which actually turns out better as it means I dont have to wait around for ages! so thats it, im off. Hopefully I can blog when out there, but I will let you know. I love you all, especially you Taf! Oh and I've packed 4 cans of Guanabana to help me survive the 4 weeks. Ciao!