Well, I just got back into Canada yesterday and DAMN is it good to be home.
The rest of the trip was fun, I ended up getting to Wales okay in the end and we spwnt two weeks in a cabin in the coutryside surrounded by sheep. It was cool in a "theres-absolutely-nothing-to-do-and-I'm-bored-shitless" Kinda way. Love wales though, beutiful country, nice people, confusing as HELL language.
I got to visit Hannah Sowden again, she was my best friend while I was in the Emirates nine years ago and the only one I really kept in touch with. It was fun to see her and her family again, a running joke between us was always that we both had pain in the ass brothers named owen, and she even has the same taste in music as me!! That really came as a surprise, she even turned me onto a great indi band called the Manic Street Preachers, good times...
The only real low point to the rest of the trip was the flight home. Moe, my guide leader, booked the trip back for me. But she mad a mistake, not only was I not on the same FLIGHT as my parents, I wasn't even in the same fucking AIRPORT!!! The flight was shit too, the lady sitting next to me spent the entrire flight getting porgressively more drunk, and man was she a CHATTY drunk too.
But now I'm back home, my puppy not leaving my side as if he's afraid I'll leave again, and all the internet I could want!! Anyway, I'm off to go pack up my room. I hate moving, but it's gotta be done.