...is 42. Everyone who has read Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy knows this.
But this post is more about what the meaning is for us, or in other words why Cor and I are on this journey in search of "the good life". We are often asked why we left good careers, a happening place like London (in an Olympic year), and all our friends, to go off travelling the world. Well, actually that part people understand, but what they don't understand are our plans of buying a smallholding / hobby farm and growing our own food. That seems just like a crazy amount of work, right? Why go to all that trouble? So a post to explain a bit seems in order.
Back in December 2010, Cor and I were back in Australia on holiday driving from Ingham to Albury when we had a nasty car accident on the highway between Mackay and Rockhampton. We aquaplaned off the road at about 105 - 110km per hour headfirst into a ditch and flipped the car over. We were lucky, and for the most part walked away mostly unscathed. I had a broken nose (check out the Disaster post for the issues this is causing now), whiplash, a gashed leg, a busted head plus some soft tissue bruising courtesy of the seatbelt, while Cor had a tiny scratch on her foot. But more than anything else it was a wake-up call.
If we had come off the road 5 metres earlier we would have hit a massive gum tree and be dead.