Nerves

I am starting to feel sick about this tour group thing. What if they are all mutants, culturally ambivalent or really enthusiastic? Americans who want to pay for everything in dollars, Australians who want to compare everything with Australia, English people who just want to get drunk and each sausages, overly friendly Canadians, or wacky I've been travelling for 18 years - New Zealand, oh oh oh or Irish people who stereotype everyone.
I'm feeling pretty jaded at the moment, not sure if i am up to this. Feeling depressed, must find happy pills, oh my lord. oh my sweet Buddha. Oh my oh my oh my. And there's a full day's cycling. Yikes. Piddly piddly piddly ack. Actually feel queasy. And I have to share a room with someone. Haven't shared a room with someone properly in 7 years. What if I'm on the top bunk on the train? And i can't get up because of my knee? What if i get sick or i can't eat the food, or if i get sea sick on the river, or freak out at the squat toilets at the monastery? Panic panic panic .... But on the upside, I am well fed, I hit the all you can eat for $15 buffet in the Hyatt before I checked out. yummy, lobster, prawns, eel, salmon, all washed down with iced tea and a nice cup of coffee.
I am being censored from viewing my own blog! fiddlesticks.