If his lecture doesn’t feature at least one photo of a winsome young lady reclining languidly in the foreground of some archaeological feature, I’m a dutchman. (He’s famous for it).

11 hours is manageable, I reckon. By that I mean “I’ll probably be a nervous wreck” but it’s less than half a day in the air.

So. When (when) I come to see you, I’m staying there for *at least* a month. Flying all the way out there and not exploring properly is unacceptable. Also, if I’m a nervous wreck, that’s at least a month to recover. ‘Kay?

What would be fun would be to include some kind of intrepid adventure in the middle of all of that – somewhere you’ve never been, backpacks and walking boots, that sort of thing. Up for that?

As for when – it won’t be within the next 6 months because I’m only taking small trips away while I’m clearing the last of my debts and shifting to full-time writing – but if you’re there permanently, there’s no rush.

Sounds grand.