Butterflies In The Stomach And Itchy Feet

Less than a week to go before we leave Oz, and just over a month before we return to Blighty. These are tangible, measurable things. No longer is it months before we do this, or ages before we go there. We are about to embark on the last leg of the journey, and it feels odd.

We are both really looking forward to Indonesia, it's really the icying on the cake, a perfect end to the whole thing. So it's with some sadness and great joy that we enter into the final phase. I suppose that the month in Indonesia will seem like an age, and not flash by in an instant, as there is a fear it may. Apart from the dragons and volcanos, we plan to get in that elusive beach time we've wanted since we began this journey. Lounging around on a beach and splashing around in the azure ocean, causes days to wash into one another, and seem to go on forever.

Just remembered that we need to book a guest house, as we land in the early hours. Must do that next! Sam's in full swing, she's beebn and got her hair done and bought all those bits and bobs that you always forget until just before you need them. We've lightened our load, by spending a huge box of stuff we'd collected back to England. We'll probably get home before it does, as we sent it by sea.

The future is wide-open to us. When we get back to the UK, we can do whatever we want. Clean slate and all that. It's exciting and daunting at the same time.

Off to go jump in the pool. May as well get use of it while I still can.