There and back again (but with the distinct possibility of having to go There again..and may or may not come back to go or not go again)
Just to be clear at the outset, the extended (within brackets) bit of the title is merely to avoid any possible litigation by Christopher Tolkien claiming inappropriate-slash-improper use of what by, the law of copyright, belongssss to his father, hiss precioussssss. The title i mean, not the ring. Well, actually, maybe the ring would also fall within copyright protection but.....whats that?..oh right, sorry.
Which is not to say that the title is untrue. Indeed, it is just the opposite of untrue. It is true.
For now though, i am back. You know, now that i think about it, i should have kept a diary of some sort like the 18th(?) 19th(?) 20th (?) century explorers did, when they went on those expeditions into the heart of Africa or Honolulu or wherever. An account of all the wild adventures, the death defying experiences and the prehistoric animals they encountered and ultimately battled into submission. My trip to the city of ...um...(well actually i dont quite know what exactly so i shall leave the space blank till i come up with a jazzy little adjective) was fraught with equally, if not more so, grave and dangerous (mis)adventures. A journal, therefore, would have been quite the thing. But its too late now i guess. And to tell the truth i havent yet decided if i want to tell the tales at all, scandalous and disreputable as they are. Yes i know, very secretive and mysterious and all that. i bet your dying to hear the stories now, huh? Well, too bad. i am not telling.
(rude gesture. i'll leave it to your imagination.)