Mad rush

Well, the clock's ticking down and the little unravellings have already begun: I accidentally returned my buddy's Rough Guide to Hong Kong to the library's overnight bin (Pete, if you're reading this, apologies). Anyways, tomorrow we'll pass by and (hopefully) retrieve it on the way to the airport.

We're almost done packing but, as always, that vague sense of having forgotten something has starting gnawing at our insides. This feeling won't leave us until (a) we need the thing we've forgotten and suddenly remember, or (b) the trip is over and we get home.

On a brighter note, the Vancouver Sun article went over well, apparently, and we ARE getting paid for it, so that's a bonus. Of course our photos were horrid, but from now on, we get to control the photographic content (i.e. neither of us will be in the pictures anymore). Once a month, or however often we find stuff to write about, which will hopefully be often.

So everything seems set for now (until business hours tomorrow, when the rush starts again). Nothing to do now but wonder what the hell we've gotten ourselves into.