From Rumon

4:48 a.m.

The milk in the fridge has gone sour in my absence; thankfully, everything else at home is sweet, notwithstanding being wide awake at this hour, no tea to greet the morning.  I look forward to being realigned with my west coast circadian rhythms.

Our London departure couldn’t have been much better.  One last run, jogging along the morning Thames with Ben, soaking up the Old World through the outsoles, capping a terrific trip.  Shook hands with new friends then waved goodbye to England, promising to return.

As I start to look forward to the next trip, next goal, next project, I’m gaining inspiration from the network built along Three Roads to London.  This morning, I’m on the roads of Iten, Boulder and Boston, watching the final video blog from chasingKIMBIA – it’s brilliant.  Perhaps it’s time to buy a video camera.