Closure

Well, it's over now, and we're back in the UK.
We survived all our adventures - and each other. We've travelled by bus, train, plane, car, bicycle, moped and horse; lived for a month in a 3 man tent; seen snow capped mountains, rainbow clad fjords, salt deserts, raging waterfalls and more volcano's than I can count.
We've all got our favourite places and memories: Ned and I loved Japan, with it's bullet trains and Pokemon centre, and I won't forget riding down the Death Road in Bolivia; while Annie was smitten by Cambodia and camping in front of Mount Cook, and Kim's already planing on moving to New Zealand when he's old enough so he can ride the luge as often as he likes.
Encouraging the boys to keep diaries was like pulling teeth, but I think they've learned so much on the trip, just by seeing and touching things. Ned could tell you all about tectonic plates now and Kim was correcting me on my Spanglish just by listening to the locals. I like to think they've got a better understanding now of the variety of the world, it's customs, cultures, language and landscape - and with a bit of luck, they might even remember some of it. But the trip wasn't about them, we just ran away because we could and the boys had to come with us. But I certainly don't think it did them any harm.
And six months was about the right length for this trip. By the end the boys were getting desperate to play with their friends again, and I felt like I needed to do something constructive (though it didn't necessarily need to be in England).
So here we are. We've been back 4 weeks, work is trickling in again and we've now moved to a rented flat in Lewes.
Here starts the next adventure...