The last couple of days have been hard because I've know my trip is coming to an end. Yesterday we didn't do a lot mainly due to the after effects of Thursday night. In the evening we went out for a meal with a couple of other people which was nice. Then we went over to someone's house. Another late night. I didn't get much sleep last night due to a very itchy, angry bite on my forearm. It's not looking particularly attractive being red, swollen and blistered. My body has obviously got tired of being bitten and is staging a protest. I've never had bites so bad.
Today I packed and we went shopping because Vicki had a little lunch for a couple of her friends. It was nice until I was asked how I felt about leaving and promptly started crying. To be honest I've felt like that all week and even now as I write this. My bag weighs a tonne and was close to the limit which is unusual for me. I'm very sad to be leaving but I know I'll be back. I've had such a fantastic time and I hope Vicki has too.
Right now I'm eating chocolate cake until I have to make that horrid journey to the airport. I expect there will be tears. It's becoming more of a struggle to hold them in. In a few hours I shall be on my way back to reality. At least I have got my window seat.
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