So we made it back to England and to my Uncle's place near London.
We left Nimes in the morning after saying goodbye to the french girls we were staying with. They are going to Australia soon and are thinking of an excursion to New Zealand. I hope they come, because they completely changed my views on the French. And Julie is an amazing cook, particularly when you've been surviving on stale muffins since Valencia.
When we got to London-Gatwick, the landing was a little bumpy but nothing like a typical Wellington day, yet apparently we're in the midst of a perfect storm that has killed a few people so far by falling trees. Therefore, we sat on the tarmac for about an hour because the cargo handlers were too scared (/bound by health and safety regulations) to bring the bridgey thing to the plane. Then when we did finally get off, there was another hour wait for the luggage back-log to go.
I can see why they made that program Airline about EasyJet.
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Cheer Cheer for the postcard!
Ive been to the spanish steps, they're pretty cool and thus i can see their appeal for getting smashed on at new year.
also thankyou for reminding me of the whole eclairgate incident... ive had all summer to ponder my revenge and pool my resources and i have come to the conclusion that merely shipping all your worldly possesions to greymouth or rangiwahia is no longer sufficient punishment and i have to step outside the square and do something bigger.... but dont worry, you're time will come.
Soon.
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