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As delicious as I am ..
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So we will pop the pills, smear on the evil smelling goo, wear white at night (and I always thought that was so I wouldn't get run over...) and go to bed swathed in netting... probably to hear the hapless hungry beasties droning round and round the room angrily in search of sustenance.
Pizza perhaps? But not a pizza me ...
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So I'm home....
... of fair. "Well it will just make you fitter and we should be charging you for the workout" came my reply. That seemed to shut him up quite nicely. The smog was pretty intense at this time and again when the rickshaw driver dropped us off at the hotel there was a demand for 100 each due to his hard work. "Thats all we have" came Matts reply as he handed over the cash "and thats what we agreed" he added. Good stuff, Matt was getting the Delhi dealings nicely. Unfortunately ...
London - Day Two
... Station to us is Russell Square - and there were HOARDES of people there, trying to get tickets for the underground. There was only one machine OR the help desk that was available to give back change. So of course, that's the line everyone was in. Took forever. Luckily, Tina was smart and asked the desk if we could buy tickets for today AND tomorrow (the machines only let you do one day at a time.) So we won't have to stand in line again!
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I love London..
... they want me to stay so much - people rarely get sponsored anymore over here cos there are just way too many Aussies! I need to give them my final answer when school goes back after Easter and I can't believe that I actually am thinking of taking up their offer! My first six months in London there was no way I would even consider staying longer than my visa. Now I have a good group of friends here, a good job and live in a great area - who would have thought. I love London!
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Time to Return
So again i return to write this journal of my experiences. Now for those who are unaware i have returned home. The time came when a new adventure called.
During my final week on the Ile de Brehat, the days bought with them a finality, i had set the date of my return which seemed from the time i set it that it may never come, but slowely as i continued to write my journal entries each evening i became increasingly aware that it was one less, from five entries to write, to four and ...



