|
|
|
Looking back over the events recorded, I wonder whether there is any real need to write a conclusion, but perhaps a few additional words would not come amiss to indicate our feelings on arriving home.
During the year we had witnessed a continually changing panorama, from lush green fields and thickly growing woods to snow-covered mountains and sand blown deserts. In doing so we had seen poverty and wealth, had learnt something of the history, culture and customs of other lands, and had found that gradually we had become at one with nature. We had travelled a full circle of over 25,000 miles, and returned to a routine to which we had to readjust. It was not easy. In subsequent months any chance remark was likely to remind us of a particular day in our travels and start a train of thought during which we were able to remember with remarkable accuracy nearly all our activities associated with that day. A photograph, a newspaper report, the mere sight of a Land Rover on the road was enough to set us reminiscing on any one of a multitude of experiences.
It was now time to build a permanent home and savour the riches that we had gathered, but after just a few weeks the magnetic pull of the free life began to act, and we felt that we could quite easily set off again if the circumstances had allowed.
Fortunately the lasting qualities were yet to come as we continued travelling with our memories; the end of the road was never really in sight.
Such was the effect of our journey.
 |  |
|
|
|