Who dat realisin dere be flaws in her plan?

Not many flaws in the brilliant plan, of course, otherwise it would not so easily be referred to as THE BRILLIANT PLAN, but still, having been travelling now for almost a week (which in itself sounds odd) and having had various adventures along the way, from unrecommendable spates of vomiting in confined spaces and a train crash, to finding my new favourite food and discovering that there are just NO mailboxes on the street anywhere near most rail stations – none at all, and only one, apparently, in the whole of New Orleans French Quarter (that I have found) – I find that I dont want to spoil the surprise of peoples postcards by publishing their content before they recieve them, so Im going to hold off another couple of days, and then start telling you stories.

When, yknow, I have internet again.