Yo, what time is it? It's ... Leaving Day!

Four hours until departure. Slightly feeling like we're about to jump right out into unexplored jungle / dark water / a party where we're not invited / outer space. & that's probably very natural, considering the nature of this trip. You might say we haven't done our homework properly. We prefer to see it as proof of our love for improvisation. It's with our destinies as with our conversations - we make it up as we go, & what has been frowned upon more than once we see as the greatest advantage: There's just no telling where we might end up.

SkÖÖÖnt.