The holiday is (almost) over...

Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
Trip End Nov 20, 2011

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Ramada Plaza Waikiki

Flag of United States  , Hawaii
Thursday, November 17, 2011

Well, our last full day of official holidays. We cannot find it in ourselves to feel sad, as we are so excited about getting to Australia.  All of us! – we heard Woody singing a song in the bath about going to Australia.  He has been saying for days now, 'Uncle Justin is waiting for me'.  We just can’t wait to get there.  It has been so far away for so long and now it isn’t.  Yeeee-haaaa!

The day starts in a rather dull, but rather necessary way, packing...  Woody and Noah razz around and help for a while until they spot my dark scowl, and then they head to the pool.  I happily pack on my own in my own, methodical way. 

Noah and I have been dreading the packing but guess what? – not too bad at all.  It seems like our stuff is going to fit into our existing bags after all.  Winners.  The fact that Elwood has grown out of most of his clothes and ruined some of the ones that did fit – has helped our packing along immensely. 

The fact that we bought a ukulele has not helped our packing.  The fact that we have so enjoyed our ukulele that we bought a second one has been even worse for our packing.  I cannot stress strongly enough that I do not recommend buying ukulele’s on holiday.  If you really must get one, and I think you should, buy it from somewhere local.

The only other problem with the packing is that Woody seems to have acquired some massive toys, and seems to have lost some tiny toys.  This is not what we need just now.

As I go through the suitcase to maximise space I am very pleased to report we have used almost everything we packed on this holiday.  A couple exceptions...  I packed Elwood a trillion pairs of socks and he hardly ever wore shoes let alone shoes and socks.  I packed Velcro hair rollers.  I used them twice and I must say my hair was voluminous (as I am sure you noticed...).  For the remainder of the holiday I barely even brushed my hair.  In terms of our clothes, I think we wore everything except 1 pair of trousers each.  That, my friends is good planning.    Another example of good planning is our bathroom products are just running out to coincide with the end of the holiday and packing.  Even as I write this I feel it is too mundane to mention, and yet I feel strangely proud of this. 

Although that is nothing compared to the sense of achievement I feel when I finally manage to stuff 2 ukuleles into an already quite full bag.  Brute force is a friend when it comes to packing.

Noah and I take a quick look at the budget, and then pretend that did not happen (although amazing given how long we’ve been away and the things we’ve done), and head out to the shops.    First stop is lunch, and we both eat exactly the same as yesterday.  But no fortune cookie today.  Oh well, I think I am probably doing alright for good fortune at the moment.

I then impulse buy a trucker hat and a nice white vest top in a heartbeat.  I am super happy about this and I justify the hat as it is sun safety (a necessity) and the Mothership says items like nice vests are actually ‘investments’.  So, it’s all good.

In anticipation of attending job interviews at some point in the near future, Noah gets his haircut.  He now looks very smart and a lot less like Lady Di (with a beard).  I am happy about this. Mike and Adam, you might not be.

Before we left the house we gathered up all our coinage to get rid of.  For reasons known only to Noah he puts all our change in a scented nappy bag.  So he takes our scented nappy bag of coins into a bank and the kind people give us $15, and we get that sense of achievement again.

We pop to Foodland to get flight snacks and almost shoplift a Santa hat (we forgot Woody was wearing it.)  Whoops.

We go back to shop we went in yesterday (I told you we would!) and I buy a brilliant vest top and try on some swimsuits.  Just in case anyone is considering it, I do not recommend you eat waffles for 9 weeks straight and then try on a swimsuit.  No good will ever come of that. I did not buy a swimsuit, nor will I ever again.

Back at home, Woody watches a Disney movie and doses off.  Noah does some work.  And, it’s like my brain is starting to come out of hibernation.  I write a list of everything I need to do, I finish off my freelancer book keeping, I go through a stack of paperwork I have been carting around and meaning to look through for 9 weeks and generally feel like my old self.  I am not sure if this is good or not.  I think I may prefer me on ‘aloha time’. 

So,  tomorrow we make our way to ‘The Lucky Country’ and our new life...

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Leonie on

OMg sooooo excited!!!!! I cannot wait to see you all! xxxx

Diane Binnie on

Ah, there was a twinge of sadness when I realised this was your last holiday blog. Hopefully there is more to come from OZ.xxxx

Andrea on

I too have a great sense of achievement when going away and all the toiletries are finished right on time! So sad this is the last holiday blog, but SO excited for you bears and your new life. Much love as always xx

Joycee1 on


Look out Oz the bears are coming!

Mike on

Lady Di is forever in our hearts

michael Leigh on

Enjoyed reading all your holiday diary which seems to have gone on forever! Two ukuleles sounds like a perfect reminder ( cant think of the word ) of Hawaii. Archie plays his all the time.

Pene and Tony on

Happy landings and a good life in Oz. Keep on swimming! xxx

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