I'm on the bus now, travelling to Torp, the Airport just outside Oslo city. It's Monday, and I have spent the day chilling, shopping, and eating. All efforts have been made to extract the last bit of that holiday feeling through just my being here. It's back to work tomorrow. Nothing to do right now but think about what's coming up for the years ahead. The trip seems so far away, but nothing could be further from the truth. If things are to go smoothly, I should be in the serious planning stages now. Budgets, timeframes, visas, research, bookings, all of these and a million more to-dos must be carefully thought out.

I have made a preliminary arrangement to pick up the wolf, or "Wolfie" on Saturday next week. This is what I will call her from here. It is a name that seems to suit the 1997 Landrover Defender which I have arranged to buy via one of the countries foremost Landrover enthusiasts, a man named Mike Robson. The vehicle is one of seven designed and built for the explorer Sir Ranulph Fiennes, for his "Transglobal Expedition." A trip which was cancelled due to various factors, the takeover of Landrover by BMW at around the same time and Sir Ranulphs health problems. Since then the Wolves have been released one by one by Landrover and have mainly never come close to serving their original purpose. This particular vehicle R651 BAC was the last to be released, and as such has only covered 6000 miles since its production. This makes her by far the lowest mileage and therefore most suitable vehicle for the trip.

I will also be moving back into my house in Beckenham soon. I may be able to delay the move back until after Christmas, but either way it's long overdue. I need the space to plan the trip, and also to take control of my life again. Since the accident I had lost my grip on everything from my house to my relationship and my job. Now that is going to change though. I will take control of all of these things from my base. I have a high speed internet connection for research (and to sell some of my out of date fads on eBay!)  These along with that famous Americanism, "quality time."  Which for once has been described to a tee.  Finally everything feels like its clicking back into place after nearly nine months since the accident.

For now though, I will relax and get back to familiarising myself with the people here in Norway, after all, I have another major bridge to cross before I leave for the trip. The wedding, Gabby and Rowan have shown me a wonderful time, as they always do. They are so good at making every minute fun and fulfilling. I hope that when I am on form people find me as pleasant company as I find them to be. It is with this in mind that I start to think of the speech, and the Stag night, my two main duties in my responsibility as Rowans best man.

Later on that night, Torp Airport.

I'm still thinking of the speech, only one problem, what to say. I have experienced so many amazing times with Rowan and Gabby, this was the main reason for my being chosen as his best man, I feel certain. Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Europe, so many adventures.  For now though my mind is blank, I wonder briefly if it is something to do with the late night that Gabby Rowan and Tamsin and I had yesterday, eating and talking until late into the night?