One more sleep

Here we are on the eve of the big adventure. Its like Christmas times a thousand, especially if you compare doing the last minute packing to the last minute wrapping. I have reduced my seven bags to two, but Joanne is still having mini crises over her bag situation. She left her favourite carry-on bag (known as the bullet bag because it is really a hunting bag) at Quadra when she was there for Christmas. Bill had put it away, and we had to call him to courier it to Victoria. It is now 4:30 and so far no bag. Oh dear. We have also just heard that because of the high winds and generally hideous weather, ferries have been cancelled today. If they are not running tomorrow we will have to swim to Vancouver. It will be quite a relief to actually get on a plane, and even more of a relief to get off and finally be there.


Mom won't like this picture but it sums up the feeling of waiting to leave

Thanks to all for your good wishes and we will keep you up to date. If our letters start being written in Swahili, you will know we have gone native, and Joanne really has married a Masai warrior.
Naonoka sasa (Swahili for goodbye), Muriel