I fly off to Vanuatu in around 30 hours.
Emotional eating kicked in around 12 hours ago.
My worry for leaving Sahara is slowly increasing to a rate of all sheer terror, but I think my complete, all consuming terror - complete with vomiting, crying and general unladylike things - will culminate at around the 3 hour mark.
Having said that, I'm super excited. Bring on a week of lounging by the pool sipping cocktails, snorkeling and general tropical-island-paradisey things.
I never thought I'd be heading to a tropical resort where the weather will be at least 10 degrees cooler than where I live.