Rest, play and work (work?)

The reality of travel finally kicks in and as with everything there is always a downside. I am feeling a little travel weary. Continous travel, never knowing where you are going to sleep, whether there are actually any beds available, living constantly out of a rucksack and constantly feeling just a little on the grubby side can take its toll. Okay, okay, not the same stresses as high flying executive bankers, or people struggling with mortgages and debt (no sympathy - don't borrow if you cannot afford to pay it back), but still day to day stresses that can tire one out. It has been with great joy and familiarity that I have found myself back in Manila, with a decent roof over my head, to spend a few days of what seems like more normal life - clean clothes, internet, good food, cinema and perhaps just a little bit of shopping - the rest and play. I have also found myself being offered the opportunity to go and work for 3 months on a diving liveaboard. Now there is something to consider. Lots of good diving and having a base for a period of time. But, and there is always a but, that horrible word work crops into the equation. Watch this space...