"But there will be chickens," I say as the thought strikes me. "There are always chickens".
On trips through Asia and sojourns in Africa there have always been chickens - scratching round in the dust, in crates at the markets, travelling on buses.
Fortunately I like chickens. I even have chickens at home.
S. doesn`t. In fact you might say she is ornithophobic - if you could pronounce it. But such is the appeal of the trip we are undertaking that she smiles and says confidently "It`ll be fine."
It`s taken several weeks:from stumbling more or less randomly on thebookbus.org,
to thinking "I`d love to do that", followed by "well why not?" and finally "why don`t you come too?" Now there are five of us,all fired up and raring to go.
So where to start?
A convivial gathering at S`s house seemed as good a way as any and so it proved. Partners and friends joined us to talk about raising awareness of what the Book Bus does,raising funds to help us go, not to mention playing devil`s advocate about the wisdom of the whole idea.
We ate, we talked, we talked and ate and by the end of the evening had created a wonderful "thought-shower" (or in this case maybe deluge)of ideas, some of which were delegated to individuals to explore,others of which were put on hold as being pure fantasy and all of which left us excited but maybe a tad bewildered as to how to pull it all together.
Obvious answer: another meeting.
So in a few days time we will gather at M`s house, just the five of us,to distil the enthusiasm into realistic targets and book our places on a fantastic adventure.
(One of my delegated tasks was to start this blog, documenting our progress. Consider it started. Input from everyone hopefully: mistakes all mine naturally.
Details of our group and more about the Book Bus to follow.)
