December is fast disappearing and it’s only just over a week till our last British Christmas - for the foreseeable future, anyway. In between working, travel planning and ordering the last few items on our packing list ,we’ve been trying to get into the festive spirit and what better way to do that than by checking out all the Christmas lights, decorations and markets in London?

It’s a strange feeling to be so close to the very thing I’ve wanted for so long; to be on the verge of doing something that used to feel virtually impossible. I can’t believe that in 15 weeks’ time we’ll be out there travelling the world after years of dreaming, saving up our money and obsessively planning our travel adventure. I should be jumping-for-joy ecstatic, singing-from-the-rooftops excited – and don’t get me wrong, I am – but why do I also feel so incredibly sad?

One of the most complicated and annoying travel planning tasks has been sorting out our travel visas. For each country we hope to visit there are so many questions that need to be answered:

When you’re embarking on long-term travel, you accept that at some point you’re going to get sick on the road. However, while suffering a cold or minor injury is one thing, contracting a serious disease is definitely not on our list of things to do, so we’re making sure we get all the travel vaccination advice we can before we go.  

Read Part 1: Surviving the Zombie ApocalypseAfter my terrifying night of being chased through London, attacked by zombies, knocked over by fellow survivors and left for dead by my boyfriend, what did I learn? That I’m not much of a survivor – in fact, come the zombie apocalypse I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before I became one of the shambling, bloodthirsty hoard of un-dead. I wonder though – would I make a better zombie than survivor?
London has turned golden and crispy, leaves littering all the pavements and parks - autumn is well and truly here. I love this time of year, even though it gets dark at four o'clock in the afternoon and our heating bills go through the roof. One of the things I like best about autumn is firework night, the 5th November, the day we celebrate Guy Fawkes failing to blow up the houses of parliament by well, blowing things up.
My feet thud against the wet, pitch-black muddy park, my heart pumping in time to their beat – I’m only vaguely aware of the fact that I’m screaming, my terrified shrieks merging with those of my fellow survivors and the terrible groans of the figures staggering – and now sprinting – towards me through the darkness.
I can’t remember what Andrew and I used to talk about before we started planning our round the world trip. I really can’t.  Nowadays, everything revolves around trip planning – plotting our itinerary, reading travel blogs, sourcing gear, building up our savings, booking flights, organising visas…the list goes on.  I have become totally, utterly obsessed with our travel plans.