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There are only 12 weeks left to go before we jet off to travel the world and this week I finally told my boss that I’m leaving. On Friday evening as we sped through the city in a cab to our work Christmas party I watched all the historical buildings in London whiz by through the window and felt everything catching up with me. Soon my job and this city that I love will become nothing but a memory.

It’s a strange feeling to be so close to the very thing I’ve wanted for so long; to be on the verge of doing something that used to feel virtually impossible. I can’t believe that in 15 weeks’ time we’ll be out there travelling the world after years of dreaming, saving up our money and obsessively planning our travel adventure. I should be jumping-for-joy ecstatic, singing-from-the-rooftops excited – and don’t get me wrong, I am – but why do I also feel so incredibly sad?

One of the most complicated and annoying travel planning tasks has been sorting out our travel visas. For each country we hope to visit there are so many questions that need to be answered:

One of the reasons I love London is that it has so many great museums – one of the very best is the Natural History Museum. If you’re in London this is one attraction you won’t want to miss; the actual building itself is an incredible piece of architecture well worth visiting. Inside, take a look at all the different animal, reptile and bird sections, visit the Darwin centre and best of all - check out the dinosaur bones.

When you’re embarking on long-term travel, you accept that at some point you’re going to get sick on the road. However, while suffering a cold or minor injury is one thing, contracting a serious disease is definitely not on our list of things to do, so we’re making sure we get all the travel vaccination advice we can before we go.  

Read Part 1: Surviving the Zombie ApocalypseAfter my terrifying night of being chased through London, attacked by zombies, knocked over by fellow survivors and left for dead by my boyfriend, what did I learn? That I’m not much of a survivor – in fact, come the zombie apocalypse I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before I became one of the shambling, bloodthirsty hoard of un-dead. I wonder though – would I make a better zombie than survivor?
London has turned golden and crispy, leaves littering all the pavements and parks - autumn is well and truly here. I love this time of year, even though it gets dark at four o'clock in the afternoon and our heating bills go through the roof. One of the things I like best about autumn is firework night, the 5th November, the day we celebrate Guy Fawkes failing to blow up the houses of parliament by well, blowing things up.
My feet thud against the wet, pitch-black muddy park, my heart pumping in time to their beat – I’m only vaguely aware of the fact that I’m screaming, my terrified shrieks merging with those of my fellow survivors and the terrible groans of the figures staggering – and now sprinting – towards me through the darkness.