It's ten days until I leave to travel the world. I need root canal surgery, my debit card has stopped working, I have no idea what to do when I get to singapore airport and there is an anecdotal but widespread belief that everything is not going to be okay.
I am quietly confident that everything will, in fact, be okay, but nevertheless, I still have a nagging feeling that my virginity will not make it through this trip intact.
I'd say that my foremost concern at this stage is just how I will adapt to life in the dorm. As a man in his thirtieth year, I am more than a little aprhensive about sharing a bedroom with up to twenty random, and probably pissed up, little bastards. So if I do end up fulfilling the prophecy and find myself hanging by the ankles in a thai prison, then I hope all can take solice from the fact that it was a lack-of-sleep-induced nervous breakdown related offence, as opposed to drugs, that put me there. If I'm really lucky then the prison officers may even empathise with me and restrict bummings to just two a day.
Milder concerns include currency, muggers, rabies, the viet cong, sea snakes, malaria and lady boys.
