camels and vampires.

Given that I am being dragged kicking and screaming halfway around the world in a week's time, I think its only fair that I be paid some form of compensation. Ok so not quite dragged, and I probably won't scream at or kick anyone. However, I am going away for a grand total of four weeks; thus being torn away from all that is familiar to me, and thrown into the world of camels and magic carpets.

I'm going to stop exaggerating now.

My father has somewhat foolishly allowed me to "borrow" his credit card, in order for me to buy the necessities I so desperately need in order to travel. So far I have purchased a pair of daisy dukes, and two play suits from ASOS. I know he will despise all three.

This doesn't bother me, since my Scottish genes mean that being in anything above 30degrees Celsius will undoubtedly lead me to melting on the spot, and I must dress accordingly to avoid such a catastrophe. Although given the amount of whining and complaining that I plan to do upon arrival, this will probably prove to be a blessing in disguise to my father and brother.

Despite worrying about encountering various traders on the streets in the Middle East calling out "Three camel for your daughter" and braving the Med and all its wonders (ie sharks and jellyfish) I'm actually looking forward to a bit of colour on my skin that's not pure white and similar to that of Edward Cullen. Although if that meant becoming one of the Cullen clan, that doesn't sound so bad. Stupid Bella Swan.