After speaking with my mother a few weeks ago, and hearing about her principal's (she's a teacher) trip to Kenya and how much everyone enjoyed the blog that he was sending back - I told her I'd set up something.
The truth is, I set up this months and months ago. I told myself I would consistently update a blog to keep people informed of my whereabouts a la OAC English course in the UK circa 2001. I came across this random Palestinian fable where hero receives key advice in exchange for 500 sheep, it also involves a blue-eyed man with split teeth... but that was too long for a blog title. 500 sheep came across as a good blog title. I booked it... aaaaaaand never started the blog.
The main reason, I admit, was pride.
With so many blogs around, I couldn't really figure out whether it was "cool" to write a blog. Or whether people were so overexposed to blogs that they wouldn't bother reading mine.
But aside from being good form of venting for my mental health, it is also a way for me to jot down and keep memories of my travels. So after 10 months in waiting, I'm finally writing Advice Worth 500 Sheep.
P.s. I do not want 500 sheep.
