Not sure how the subject of fear came up – probably something to do with Matilda’s morbid insistence that she’s going to either be bitten by a snake or spider, or eaten by a shark or crocodile! – but it got me to thinking if I had any of my own fears regarding the upcoming trip.
Probably only two (although the first is not really a fear, as such).
1. Every holiday I can remember – even the family trips to Queensland as a kid, leaving at two o’clock in the morning, lying across the very back of the station wagon wedged in with the bags, cases and other assorted luggage, looking up at the stars as we drove along in the early morning darkness – had a final destination. Whilst the journey there and back was a part of the trip, it was, for me, that final destination which really marked the start of the holiday.
This holiday is different though – there is no single final destination. The journey itself is the holiday. And I think it is this mindset that I need to grasp, fully, if I’m to get the most enjoyment from the whole experience. I guess I’m worried, too, that the girls may also have similar ideas and be expecting to arrive somewhere before they can start their holiday, and that would be a shame. (LOL, maybe my real worry is having to listen to “Dad, are we there yet?” every day for 9 weeks! 
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Anyway, this mindset adjustment leads nicely in to my other fear.
2. We are planning on covering a lot of ground in the allotted time frame, and I fear that I’ll be overly conscious of making sure we see everything along the way that I’ll get to the end of the trip and realise I’ve not really seen anything.
However, I think if I can get my head around 1, then 2 will take care of itself and I will be more attuned to taking things in along the way.
Here’s hoping, anyway.
Go with the thought of “Leaving something for next time”
Know what is available along the way and try to make each experience a little different from the other ones.
My recent O/S trip wasthe same as you have mentioned. I went to Thailand and Cambodia but I never stopped moving. I had no actual destination as such, just a journey with lots of stopovers. I saw a huge amount but I did not get to see it all. I left something for “next time”.