Happy Feet

Forget dancing penguins - my feet are the happiest feet around. I have swapped the hiking boots in the Highlands for my slippers at home, and we have finished the West Highland Way. Since my last post, we finished the stretch from Bridge of Orchy to Fort William over two days, in more kinds of weather than I thought were possible. Our fifth stop was Kinlochleven, equating to a dreadfully steep descent into the town in Wednesday evening, and an equally awful ascent for our last morning. My greatest challenge, however, was one knee that had given up before I did. As a result, my walk developed a bit of a waddle and Dad resorted to calling me Pingu. That said, I wasn't the only silly-looking Mortimer on the way: Dad was sporting antique waterproof trousers from 1977, Mum was determined to wear a Legoland rain poncho whenever possible, and an exasperated James was like a walking Tiso advert at the front. Perhaps the most dysfunctional expedition team ever, but one that seem to have managed 97 miles and raise nearly £2000 in the process. Happy feet indeed.

These boots were made for walking

Despite the apparent wonders of modern technology, this is the first time in 4 days I have managed to find Internet signal. My family and I are currently walking the West Highland Way to raise money for Project Trust and my project in Rwanda. We're over half way at about 95km, and I would be lying if I said that the whole journey has been a disaster. Day 1's walk to Drymen was perfectly manageable, and Day 2's trek to Rowardennan was pleasant enough. What should have been a reasonable distance yesterday to Inverarnan was somewhat disrupted by the disastrous combination of dreadful terrain and the Scottish weather, but today's 30km walk in a variety of weather has been made significantly better by the purchase of waterproof socks! We all have stiff legs and struggle to walk normally after dinner every night. The lesson there is simply to stay sitting in the pub!  

There's a first time for everything...

After getting into a monumental fankle with the whole thing, it would appear that I am now the proud/confused owner of a blog. The title is based on a favourite novel, "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell, telling the story of his beloved childhood in Corfu with his wacky family and even wackier menagerie of animals. It captures the sentiment of a proper year's travelling (none of this chundering in Burm-aaah nonsense), and I'm hoping that this forms the basis for my gap year next year. 


In January, I am off to Rwanda to become a teacher for 8 months, with a fantastic gap year organisation called Project Trust. They have been working across Africa, Asia, South and Central America since 1967, sending volunteers to an enormous range of charitable projects after leaving school. It's the first year they have sent their volunteers to Rwanda. It's a massive responsibility, and one that can seem a bit daunting at times, but it's also a huge honour and an amazing opportunity that I am really looking forward to. This blog is designed to chart my fundraising, and my time working in Rwanda. Or at least, that's what it's supposed to do.....