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Published: March 7th 2019
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I apologise for the delay, it’s been a long time coming but I am going to catch up on blog posts. Starting from May 2018.
The day started early, 4:30am. Laurent and I got a taxi from
Phil, our van, to the airport. I was going home.
As my first flight was internal, Cairns - Sydney, Laurent was able to come straight to the gate with me. We said our tearful goodbyes and I got on the plane.
Lauren stayed on to sell Phil then joined a group to do the West Coast of Australia.
I flew to Sydney then had a few hours stopover. After checking in and going through security, I got some food and waited for my next flight. Sydney - Indonesia. Only for a short stop and then back on the plane and straight to Heathrow. From there a bus to Gatwick and after a very delayed flight I was on to my last destination of the day. 53 hours of planes and airports and I was finally in Dublin.
My parents didn’t know I was coming home, it was a compete surprise to them and most people. But before going home I spent six
days in Dublin with the Irish and Val. It was brilliant.
We hadn’t seen each other since they all left Shenzhen March the year before. We had a great time. Sight seeing in Dublin, eating, drinking and just catching up.
The best part has to have been the leprechaun museum. Unfortunately Fiona couldn’t join us there but the rest of us went and we had a great time. The museum tells the history and past of leprechauns, they also try to make you feel like one and have giant furniture for you to use.
Unfortunately the time in Dublin came to an end and it was back to an airport. I felt I’d seen enough of those for a while.
I landed in Gatwick and went to my hostel. I had a coach booked for the next day. That night in London I had a ride on one of the worlds longest zip lines booked and a dinner planned with my old friend Portia. The zip line was great and in a park near the Thames I had a fast view of London. I went to secondary school with Portia and hadn’t seen her in a few years
so after a long catch up over lots of yummy food I strolled back to my hostel.
The next day I got the coach back to Barnstaple. It was long and boring but I had music and my kindle. All this time most people thought I was still in Australia, especially my parents, who I kept sending pictures of places that could be Australia. Once I reached Barnstaple I had to transfer to the local bus. I was in Bideford. All the secrets were about to come out.
I had decided to go to my Dads work first. I stood in reception while the receptionist called him down to the office. He says he had allergies but we know he was crying. He left work early and took me home. I hid and he called my Mum to the door. When she saw me she was in such a shock she did nothing, then hugged me and cried. She actually hugged me so tightly I ended up in the doctors with bruised ribs from being hugged.
I was finally home and for longer than two weeks!!
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