Very Excited and Daunted at the same time, my friend Eric and I left Australia on the 9th July 1978, according to my travel diary.
This was my first trip overseas and it was something I had dreamed of all my life. Though it almost didn't happen.
My friend had asked me to go with him towards the end of my time at bible college in 1976. I had just started a relationship with a young lady and although I was tempted because as I said it was a dream of mine, I turned him down because of this new relationship.
After several months the relationship with the young lady broke down.
I still didn't consider the travel however as my father had died and my mother taken ill with a terminal brain tumor.
Towards the end of 1977 things had settled down though. My mother was home and although her speech and walking was affected she was much better. The tumor was still terminal but it had been slowed.
I can't quite remember what the catalyst was that made me decide to take up Eric's offer but I did.
Maybe the turmoil of the last year was so great that it was time to do something different.
I can't quite remember if we decided to take my mum at that time or if it was a latter discussion. But we decided to take her as she had always wanted to see the Cathedral at Zagreb Yugoslavia as it was known then and we thought it would be nice to take her. It meant taking a wheel chair but it also meant we could stay with the relatives in Scotland. The pros outweighed the cons.
I remember sitting in Eric's room at bible college (Eric had taken on post graduate studies but I had finished bible college by this time) and telling him that I wanted to take him up on the offer.
You know what he said. He said "I knew you'd end up coming". It was not to be the first prophetic words that he would have about this trip. In fact it was not to be the last prophecy that would be said over us.