It’s now two days until departure.
The last few days were spent asking each other, “what else do we need to do?” Or “is there anything else we need?” Then we look at each other quizzically; each willing the other to think of the thing we’re going to regret not having in the middle of nowhere.
On the plus side, T finally masters the charcoal BBQ and we feast on smoky-flavoured sausages and chicken sticks.