Get Out And Stay Out

And no, I don’t mean Medium:P

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

It’s time.

The Dog has spent enough time back where he was born, and as a young puppy.

But it doesn’t suit me anymore, which I have realized after being back here (New Zealand) for over a year.

When I came back after 5 years or so away (I got out as soon as flights were going again during Covid), I felt nothing.

Didn’t miss it at all.

And now, as I look ahead, one of my hind legs is tingling with excitement at the prospects to come.

Time for the Dog to do some spraying!:P

And I will now reveal the WHEN.

3 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days to go.

The countdown is on.

First off?

Stopping off briefly in Australia. Hopefully, I don’t get attacked by giant bugs on the tarmac!

Ok, Ukraine may have bombs, but at least there aren’t wild animals roaming around that could eat you.

Then on to Istanbul, Turkey.

Before finally landing a day and change later, in Chisinau, Moldova.

Then, dragging my luggage out of the airport to the nearby bus stop, for the ride into the wartorn lands of Ukraine.

I welcome you aboard, and hope you enjoy the ride.

The DOG out