Dear Daughter

I am writing this sitting in a yurt deep within the heartland of Mongolia, so please do not worry that there is no address. I understand that you received a letter from your father, he has now left Nepal. We plan to meet up in China. He enclosed a rustic drawing within his letter, it was you understand a map holding a code as to where you might join up with us. Please move quickly, time is of the essence. Joanne, you where born to explore, exploration is in your genes. Generations of our family have travelled planet earth. You know how your maternal grandmother loved Ceylon, and how your father’s family sailed the high seas. The trails that your father and I travel should enable us to meet up in central China. Remember she who waits for fate may miss out on the discovery of the millennium. Decode the map your father sent, and you may travel with us into a new realm. Recall that when you where nothing but a bundle of fun, your father’s father took the plunge and travelled to the stars. So look to the map and the stars for guidance. Travel fast Joanne.

Footnote: A faint copy of the supposed map can be viewed within my last flash post.