I want to return to blogland. To other countries, not yet. 

A bit apprehensive, as though I'd forgotten my 2002 self.

If it was handwriting, I'd make an effort to keep it legible, like I would, only on the first page of a new notebook.

Most notebooks fail to work, anyway, too small, to pen-incompatible - there's always an excuse not to write. And I always buy a new camera, I mean as soon as I break or fill with sand the previous one, so whatever I can take a picture of, I'm lazy to write about. Still, I might find some things I can't and then I will, about those.

This is a sort of new year resolution, not that new years start when we finish messing with the clocks for another six months. My nineth year on an island - the first one on the Odessy path to visit - begins.