Cruise to Fiji and New Caledonia

So last year for Christmas my fiancée surprised me with this:

Turns out she'd purchased us a cruise. Sailing with Royal Caribbean onboard the Explorer of the Seas. Now, a cruise would never be my choice for an adventure, being stuck on a boat with a group of strangers, however there were at least 4 stops, Lautoka in Fiji, Suava in Fiji, Nouméa in New Caledonia and Isle of Pines in New Caledonia. The rest of the days were at sea, which I would have been worried about but I actually thought it would be nice spending the time with my (at this point recently became) fiancée, also, because I was a huge fan of trivia finding out there was many sessions of trivia on the cruise I was excited.

Lautoka and Suva were swapped

And so the date finally came around, and we set sail!

We obviously instantly headed to the buffet for a good feed. Lucky, and to save you the wondering, no, there was no outbreak of Gastro. However at one point a real creepy old guy did cough all over the food however people saw him and reported it right away and the food was removed. However it continued to prove my point that certain people are filth. We had a restaurant dinner the first night and were excited to discover they were serving escargot. Which, if you don't know, is snails cooked in garlic butter. Sound gross? I'd always thought so too, but I'm a pretty adventurous eater and we were unable to try it on our Eurotrip while in France (I swear I'll write about it one day!) so we'd had to travel to Darling Harbour in Sydney and try it at a French restaurant called The Little Snail which I took the dive an ate first to find... THEY'RE DELICIOUS! We have since been back to the restaurant a few times and the food is always amazing. But back to the cruise! So I skipped ahead to dinner, but long before that and after our lunch at the buffet we explored the ship stopping in at the Schooner Bar and getting the cocktail of the day (which we got whatever it was every day).

Schooner Bar

So we soon, during trivia events (of which there was usually morning trivia, battle of the sexes trivia, afternoon trivia and music trivia) learned about our hosts. Paul Poppe, Gustavo, Johnny Cash, Jessie and the lady we referred to as "The Aussie One", which was our least favourite. Gustavo was Mexican, and was fun, feminine and we thought he was awesome, Jessie, Johnny Cash and Paul Poppe were all American I found myself doing a great impression of Paul Poppe that apparently sounded completely accurate in which I quoted him "Hi I'm Paul Poppe and I'm from Miiiiamiiii Floriiidaaa!" He was our favourite. I questioned bringing them up and talking about these people because they are real people. However Gustavo and Jessie didn't give last names, Johnny Cash's was obviously fake and Paul Poppe had stated he did theatre and dreamed of being an actor so being called out on some random Australians travel/hiking/adventure blog that isn't read would hardly phase him I think. We won the trivia a couple of times and came close second or third a lot which we thought was pretty good considering you could be in a team of up to 6 and we always did it just the 2 of us. People started getting real competitive by the end and more and more people started coming to them. The battle of the sexes started ok, but as it always does it reverted and became very petty. The room was meant to be divided but my fiancée ended up sitting over with the men and complaining that the women where particularly obnoxious, she also complained saying that Jessie, the female trivia host for that battle tried to make it easier for them. As the men started to take the lead towards the end of the cruise the women began to get angry and actually complained to Jessie the host who then decided to change the rules. As it was if you answered it right, you got the next question and it continued that way, until you got it wrong then the other side got a chance, however if they got it wrong too you would continue. The women had no problem with this until the men started getting them all right and they couldn't get a shoe-in. So the very final day of it the rules changed to be each team gets a question and if wrong the other team got a chance to answer it, so everyone got a question turn per turn causing the women to jump ahead, and win the entire game and gloat, causing my fiancée to actually be really shitty and annoyed more so then the men who really didn't seem to care.

Now I'm a huge Batman fan, and during one trivia hosted by our favourite Paul Poppe (who it turns out was apparently a super geek like myself) we got the question "Batman is Bruce Wayne, who is Robin" causing me to yell out "Which Robin?" because multiple people have been Robin. To which he says to the captive audience "Ladies and Gentlemen you have our Batman nerd!" Insisting he was too and that we'd have to talk after the trivia. When reading out the answers he asked who else I put besides the obvious 'Dick Greyson' I replied, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne and 'some chick" which I had actually wrote because I couldn't remember the name of Carrie Kelley. He laughed and repeated "some chick" I turned to my fiancée and said "Some chick WAS Robin, it was in The Dark Knight Returns, I can't remember her name." I never ended up going and talking to him because I'm naturally a socially anxious person despite my fiancée insisting because she wanted me to make friends with him, she insisted this the entire time causing me to be super awkward around him. But I'll bring that up later.

Our first stop was Lautoka. The one place we had prepaid in order to do a tour to a Fijian village with a thermal mudpool and try Kava also known as Yaqona. Our first stop off the ship we took a photo to show the size of it before catching a bus to what I believe was Sabeto to the thermal mud pool.

As we took the bus out a local Fijian Lady filled us in on Fijian history and culture explaining what side of the head you wear your flower indicates whether you are taken or single. We then selected someone from the bus to stand in a chief, for the Kava ceremony. As we continued to drive the rain began to fall heavily. So as we arrived we had to run from the bus under the shelter as wait for the ceremony. Kava itself actually didn't taste too bad, I didn't get too much of an effect from it myself but my fiancée felt really relaxed. We couldn't go properly into the mud pool because of the rain so as it slowed down we instead covered ourselves with the mineral rich mud and let it dry. As we were pretty much half naked for this, and both being self-conscious we took no photos instead we tried to focus on the experience. After walking around the village covered in the mud we then washed off it the thermal pool.

The next day our stop was Suva. Which, if I'm going to be completely honest was a fucking shithole. I don't know if it was alright for people who payed for a tour maybe, but it was just a crowded city of people hassling you and trying to sell you overpriced shit, think the streets of Kuta in Bali but 1000 times worse. We then had an old Fijian man bump into us and start talking and not wanting to be rude we talked back. He explained he was with the Suva council even showing some ID and saying he lived in Australia years ago and he was very nice, however weird as the entire time he held what looked like a tea towel in one hand, he then proceeded to say he new the best places to shop and kept taking us around to overpriced very expensive stores and we struggled to find a way to get away from him, hiding out in one for a while looking around hoping he'd have left and he was always there waiting to take us to the next one. I eventually said to my fiancée my plan to get away from him, so as we left from maybe the 4th shop I said we had to go as we were meeting friends who were leaving the ship, he then said he'd take us back to it... but that wasn't where we wanted to go, we just wanted to get away and explore on our own. So I said "Oh we're not meeting them back at the ship it's alright we'll find them." Hoping that would be it. He then proceeds to say because he helped us (by dragging us all over the fucking place to the most overpriced tourist trap shops) that we should help him (ie, give him some fucking money). I just told him we didn't have anything and we left. If you ever meet that guy, just fucking avoid him. We explored Suva for a bit and decided it was shit and we were sick of being hassled to we went back on the ship. That night during trivia, even Paul Poppe said he had no idea Suva was like that and that he walked past a movie theatre and was tempted to just go watch something, which, we walked past the same one and suggested the same idea. I would honestly (if I didn't have a tour book) if I was on a cruise again that stopped at Suva, stay on the ship.

Our next stop was Nouméa and after Suva, we weren't particularly looking forward to it, given many people had told us it wasn't great. But the lady who sold my fiancée the cruise informed her of a place called Lemon Bay or Baie des citrons. We paid for a hop on hop off bus and took our snorkeling gear and we were not disappointed. The was a reef just off the beach and once I got over my ungodly fear of Sharks it was amazing, the shops just across from it were really lovely too, I could holiday in that one spot and love it. Although I was frightened at one point by either a sea snake swimming past and touching my head, or an eel that looked exactly like one.

We then took the bus to the other side of the island (having already snorkeled there for hours on end, we snorkeled a bit here but it was mostly just a beach (although a lovely one) however we did find this guy there waiting for us.

The next day, having our spirits lifted by the joy that was Nouméa, we got up bright and early to be the first ones across to the Isle of Pines (which we had heard by everyone was the best). Upon arrival we were given a floral headband.

 However, the snorkeling wasn't great there, a lot had been bleached or destroyed and as the day progressed it got incredibly packed almost feeling like being at Bondi beach, albeit nicer.

We tried around this little island, and although there were fish, I think we were disheartened after how amazing Nouméa had been. Maybe it was the hype, and Nouméa had been talked down, but once people arrived on Isle of Pines so much sand was kicked up there was zero visibility. We decided to abandon snorkeling and just explore the island because numerous food and drink stalls had been set up by locals. One of the stalls gave us a free meal called a Bougna which is a cultural dish made with taro, yam, sweet potato, banana and a meat, it was delicious. We also made friends with some of the wild dogs of the island, at least we assumed they were wild. We also bought a lovely fresh fruit of a lady who no one was buying from. It was like a custard-apple but I think a different variety then we get in Australia because it was actually sweet and very delicious. We also paid and got a coconut to drink (I've never actually been a fan of coconut water but this one was actually very delicious) the man we bought it from the opened it with a machete so we could scoop and eat the inside of the coconut. We then went to the other side of the island where less people were and just swam around in the beach with the ship out in the background. 

After this we were back on the ship, knowing our relaxing adventures of trivia, islands, swimming pools, buffets, drinking and the other entertainment had almost come to an end. So I guess I can say now if you read for the island you can stop reading as I will simply tell a few more stories that happened on board the Explorer of the Seas.

So there were a few shows, a magician (who did a good job) and absolutely awful comedian and a hypnotist. Now, I've always wanted to be hypnotised. Why? It intrigues me and I'm unsure if I believe its real. So knowing there was going to be a show I arrived super early to the very front seat to make sure I could be chosen. However as soon as he came on he started making threats essentially. "If you don't believe it wont work on you it won't!" he said, "So don't bother coming up you're only wasting my time and everyone else's!" He was very abrasive about it, putting doubt in my head, which, was evidently a ploy and a guilt trip to stop people going up and if they did to make them feel like shit if it didn't work that they were wasting time so that they'd just go along with it. But before he'd even called people up so many people in the front row had jumped up and taken chairs, so I believed they were planted. As the woman sitting next to me, at the very front said she was there because she could barely see, yet she was one of the first people to jump up and grab a chair before he'd said it. He had also been spitting while talking into the microphone so my fiancée and I just stood up and walked out and didn't even waste our time watching the show.

A few other things we did that they had on the cruise was ice skate, rock climb, shoot hoops, play Mario Kart, a shooting game and air hockey in the arcade, mini golf, and I tried the flow rider surfing thing. I can't skateboard or surf, needless to say I sucked. However one day out by the pool Paul Poppe showed up to host a bean bag throwing competition. My fiancée begged me to be in it to talk to Paul, and so I went up and signed up. While talking to him and saying my name was Steven he said to me "My middle name is Steven" to which, in my unholy horror and supreme levels of awkardness replied "Mine's James". Clarifying to everyone that I'm surely on the spectrum.

Needless to say I actually did alright at it, but eventually psyched myself out by doing too well and missed the board completely on my last 2 throws.

And so we arrived back in Sydney, I never did have a proper conversation with Paul, however the fiancée did try to add him on facebook. She got worse that a decline. She got ignored. And after being home we had a solid two weeks of laughing at my Paul impression and quoting Johnny Cash's "Money, Money, Money, Moneyyyyyy!" that he did over the speakers to get you to play bingo.

My fiancée will be my Wife in under 2 months time and we'll have a adventurous honeymoon in Bali, and although I've already posted a Bali blog. I may indeed write a whole new one.

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Sublime Point

So today my friend Weekse and I went and did the Sublime Point walk at the Illawarra Escarpment west of Austinmer. This was our second time doing the walk together (my third). Our first time doing the walk took a rather dramatic turn as it began to pour with rain as we reached the bottom (it's all downhill and then straight back up) and so we found ourselves walking up was was basically becoming a waterfall while be swarmed by hundreds of leeches constantly. However today with nice weather there were no leeches.

Your first view is a beautiful lookout over the Illawarra.

However the first time we did this walk that lookout was like looking into oblivion. Just thick white fog, we couldn't even see a few feet in front of us.

The walk is a steep one, very shortly beginning a decent down ladders and then becoming stairs the whole way down. While seeming a relatively easy walk down, the walk back up begins to burn in the legs instantly, and so while not a long walk time or distant-wise it is one I'd recommend a decent fitness level for.

Continuing down you will come to a junction in which you can continue straight on down to a road (where Myself and Weekse had previously taken a reprieve to try and pulls hundreds of leeches off of us before trudging up the waterfall like stairs whilst being once again attacked by swarms), not too far from there, ending the Sublime Point walk. At which point you can turn around and walk directly up the god-forsaken steps of death, or take the alternate path out seeing where it goes as we decided to do before heading back up.

This walk is relatively flat, but after walking for a while takes you to another junction. However one of these paths was closed of so we continued on straight before coming to a big empty field. There appeared to be two separate paths here, neither saying how long they went on for, or how long they would take. So instead of blinding following paths to god knows where we headed back and proceeded to climb back up to the top.

It was towards the top on our way back we saw the most interesting things of the walk. A Lyrebird, and something even more fitting of the terrible place that is the Illawarra; a garbage bin in a tree.

So while not the most outstanding walk, if you're looking for something not relatively long, but something to still get the heart racing and maybe get your fitness up, this would be the walk. Though there are still more walks up the top where the Sublime Point Lookout is, I will do them one day and post them up. Who knows I might even be lucky enough to see the fabled 'Black Panther'. Although I highly doubt it.

More information on Illawarra Black Panther:
http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/story/2837299/illawarra-panther-leaves-sisters-terror-stricken/
http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/story/2135590/is-there-a-big-black-cat-on-the-illawarra-escarpment/
http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/story/2867419/illawarra-panther-picture-provokes-photo-frenzy-photos/
http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/story/2847069/does-a-panther-prowl-the-illawarra-escarpment/
http://www.illawarramercury.com.au/story/2665414/big-black-cat-spotted-on-austinmer-bush-track/photos/


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Kiama Coastal Disaster

(Occurred in 2011)

So Myself, and four other friends began a walk at 10am along the Kiama Coastal Track, however only the last section (there's three) this section is about 6km long up and down hills along the side of the coast to Werri Lagoon. Having began the walk two of my friends who I might as well just say were Jake and Luke, realised they had not packed any food or water. Because who needs preparation? So after 2 hours (or possibly longer as myself and Nathan are slow) we reached Werri lagoon.

Luke and Jake decided we should continue walking along the beach up into Gerringong so they could buy some food and drink. Everyone agreed and we began the long walk up the beach into town. After sitting and eating they somehow came up with the bright idea that catching the train to Kiama from Gerringong train station would be much better than having to walk all the way back, so we walked ourselves to Gerringong train station (this had already resulted in a simple 6km hike becoming 9.1kms). So even though a few of us had no money we had to hope there would be no transit officers. However, hyperactive as they are Luke and Jake began to play around on the train tracks while Nathan, Weekse and Myself waited.

Suddenly a voice came over on the speakers telling us that the police had been called for playing on the tracks, that they were on their way. Already frustrated with them we now had to flee so as to not get into trouble from the police, and everyone decided the best idea would be to just follow the tracks along.

So off we ran following the tracks back to Kiama, and although I thought this was a stupid, ridiculous and terrible idea, I also admired the thought, as it reminded me of my favourite film Stand By Me.
We followed the tracks past a major road, ducking down behind the large reeds so no cops would find us, and climbing down into them when a train came beeping it's way down the tracks. Following the winding tracks was arduous and our feet where tired and our legs chaffed.
Soon we came along a train tunnel. We looked down to see the small spot of light at the end. My heart twinged. I knew it was a terrible idea. All around us was a massive hill, we all knew to walk over it would cost us even more hours of walking. "We should just go through". Insisted, once again, Jake and Luke.

I didn't think it was a good idea. I had seen Stand By Me and I vividly remembered what happened as they tried to cross the train bridge in the film.
"There's room on the sides". They both insisted. "For workers and stuff, there's plenty of room, if a train does come just throw yourself into the corner it'll be fine".
I still tried to argue to walk around, unsure of going through the tunnel. I did not want to die. I imagined the G-Force of the train pulling on of us into it and killing us. After about 10 minutes of discussion we decided to walk through the long train tunnel.
We began at a slow pace, eventually trying to quicken, all well aware that a train could come at any moment. I kept looking out behind me, hoping if a train did come it would come from in front as we were still close to the way out.

Deeper in we walked, so I began to have flashes of the train coming from in front of us, knowing we were beginning to get to the middle of the tunnel and either way would be a long way to the exit.
Suddenly I light lit up behind me and I screamed in what almost felt like slow motion to me. "Train!"
We began to run, as fast as we could, trying not to trip over our own feet. All of us were terrified, we ran, and ran and ran, the exit getting closer, finally we burst out the other side and through ourselves down in a pile of dirt, all panting and sweaty. After a few moments someone looked and there was no train. "I thought you said there was a train" Jake said.

Turns out, Luke (who was at the end behind me), had switched on his phone light. Panting and dying we rested until we could breath again and continued on the painful walk on our swollen feet, with no idea how many extra kilometres the winding train tracks had added.
Finally we arrived back at the cars by nighttime (around 8pm), stinking wet with sweat and just wanting to get home and have a shower.

Weekse, Jake, Nathan, Steven and Luke

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Trip to Bali

(Written November 28, 2012)


So I recently got home from my trip to Bali (Indonesia), where I was for my 21st birthday, so I figured I’d write a post detailing my journey!

Day 1: I was picked up from home by a driver in a Mercedes (which I guess I supposed to be a good car? Not much of a car guy), so he drove Myself and My Mum (who I traveled with) to Sydney airport where we spent 6 hours on a plane to Bali. We flew with Virgin, which I probably wont do again. The seats where tiny, there was no TV or music, and no free food. So we arrived at Denpasar Airport where we were picked up by our driver who gave us a bit of an introduction to Bali, already taking in the scenery. So we arrived at the Green Gardens Hotel in Kuta, stinking hot. We put all the stuff in our room and decided to go out for dinner. We went for Thai across the road and just up the street where we ended up trying Green Mango Salad which my Mum adored (having at least 5 times over the course of our trip). And we scheduled a full body massage for the next morning, my birthday.

Day 2: We woke up early and went down for a breakfast where there were an assortment of (what I found to be) exotic food to eat. There were foods such as grilled banana with cheese, rambutan (a fruit), and washed it down with good ol’ coffee.


We then went to have our full body massage. Which started with a foot and leg scrubbing with nice oils and the like. I found it to be quite pleasant. We then put on a pair of thongs (flip-flops?) and were led upstairs to the massage room. Thankfully, I found, the girls were quite pretty, so I wouldn’t be thinking ‘gross!’ the entire time. We were than given, tiny, black paper, see-through undies. Already I was uncomfortable. “I get to put these on over my undies right?” I say to Mum. “No” She laughs, telling Me I have to wear just them. Apparently the look on my face said it all, and I went off behind the curtain into my own section to put on the damn, tight, see-through undies and laid down asking Myself what I had gotten into. The lady came in and proceeding to massage Me. Which was not uncomfortable. After a while of having a relaxing message I hear the lady speaking. “Turn over” she says. “Oh God, not in these little paper undies”, I thought to Myself. I stared at the woman blankly hoping I wouldn’t have to. She had already touched the bottom of my bum and massaged my, as they say, plumbers crack. Thoughts in my head had already played about the so called ‘happy ending’ supposedly given whilst being messaged, that couldn’t happen face down. “Turn over” she said again as I stared blankly. “Change position” she said to Me, possibly thinking I misheard. And this time, I did. I didn’t hear ‘change position’ I heard ‘It’s a proposition’. “No, no!” I said, shaking my head. “No!” She repeated again and I finely understood and rolled over, where my eyes were covered by a towel. By now I needed, not only to pee, but to fart. As she massaged up around my belly and above my bladder I felt incredibly uncomfortable and awkward. But finally it was over, my 1 and a half hour massage, and I was able to release. It was an interesting experience, not quite my ‘thing’ and the mishearing about the ‘happy ending’ makes for a funny tale. Mum and I then went for a long walk down the streets of Kuta and went shopping, buying ourselves a bunch of exotic fruit, such as the Snakeskin fruit, Mangosteen, Carambola, two different types of Dragonfruit, some Green Oranges and some others. We then went out for lunch with two of Mum’s friends, Elle and Garth who were already in Bali (and seem to spend a lot of time there) we went back for Thai for, once again, the Green Mango Salad and the Bali favourite. The beer, Bintang. We went back to the hotel, where we rested for a bit before going and exploring more of Bali. We then came back to the hotel to change for dinner, where we were picked up by Elle and Garth and taken to Sanur, to Massimo’s Italian Restaurant. Now, if you’ve been to Bali, you probably know how crazy the driving it over there. If not. Only going will explain it. It’s insane. I was then sung happy birthday to and delivered a cake.




Day 3: We were picked up at 7 in the morning to go on the Bali on Bike experience. We started at a coffee plantation where we where shown how the coffee was made, especially the Kopi Luwak, or Civet Coffee.



We then sat down to try 10 sample coffee’s and teas. The Ginseng Coffee being particular good. We had to pay extra to try the Catpoochino, but we did, having been on my Bucketlist. We also had pancakes with coconut in them for lunch.



We where then driven to Kintamani Volcano all the while being told about numerous things by our guide ‘Moon’.



He explained to us about how the Hindu’s sacrifice a Cow into the Volcano for the Gods, and how across the crater lake they bury bodies at the base of a particular tree but leave the heads unburied, where they rot.. so the sun still shines upon them, and that the smell of the tree sap is so strong it blocks the rotting smell at least two meters away. But that taking a boat over there is quiet dangerous as the person will get your money first, and then demand the rest midway or chuck you off the boat in the middle of the lake. We then went on a 4 hour ride from Kintamani to Ubud in the centre of Bali, through the jungles and all the run down villages. It was truly something different.



At one point we stopped to try Durian, or ‘Stinky Fruit’ I certainly can’t say I was a fan. It tasted to me like those strong cheeses, whilst Mum thought it tasted like pickled onion! We then finished at Bob’s house with a huge authentic Balinese feast cooked by his wife. We sat around eating and drinking talking to Bob and Moon and the only two people to come on the tour with us, an American couple. We were then driven home, which was one of the most painful things I’ve ever experienced as I needed to pee incredibly bad.

Day 4: I took a rest day to lounge around after 4 hours of bike riding (and the temple we stopped at that had 300 and something stairs to walk (up/down). We had a wedding to go to that night however. Mum had met Ozzie (Balinese) and Yumi (Japanese) last time she had come to Bali with Elle, and so we were invited to their wedding. Which was, much different to Australia weddings. No dancing and a lot of ceremony and photos. But I got to meet Ozzie who was a really cool dude.




Day 5: I had booked my swimming with Dolphins! Another to clear from my Bucketlist, were were picked up and taken to a harbor (the location of which I cannot recall).

At first I got to pat and rub the Dolphins belly and then feed them.



But I then got to hop in the water and ride them by holding onto their fins, as well as dance with them.






We were then driven back. We then went DVD shopping, were I got myself a bit over 100 DVDs. We then stopped at a place with what were called Dr. Fish or Garra rufa.



This night we also experienced an Earthquake where the whole room shook, and was the first time I’d felt an Earthquake quite like that.

Day 6: We took a drive out to the Temple at Uluratu, to see the Monkeys!





They were quite snatchy and stole my bottle of water!



Everyday going to new restaurants and trying new and delicious foods!

Day 7: I went to the Zoo with Garth where they did animal shows and Elephant shows and a very interesting show performed in a theatre that was pretty spectacular.



Actually shortly after this photo with the Lion it jumped up and I ran away.






Day 8: I again had a lounge around day after being walking around the Zoo all day, however Mum and I went for a walk to the beach to see the Squirrels. We later went to Nusa Dua, where we had lunch again with Elle and Garth before going back to their hotel to chill out. On the way to their hotel they stopped at a store to buy some drinks as we were to go to Ozzie and Yumi’s for dinner that night. I decided to wait in the car as I had just stripped off my shoes. Mum, buying what she thought were cans of soft drink for me to try, ended up buying cans of throat medicine, which, weren’t quite pleasant to drink. After chilling at Elle and Garth’s we went to Ozzie and Yumi’s where everyone ate prawns, but Me, because seafood makes me sick. So Yumi cooked me up a special spicy (being told repeatedly how much I like spicy food by everyone) Japanese dish, my first time eating Japanese food. It was quite delicious. Elle and Garth then drove us back to the hotel where we rested up.

Day 9: Our finally day in Bali, Mum did some last minute shopping and we did some packing and went out for lunch. And more packing before dinner. Finally we finished packing and went down into the foyer to wait for our driver. Not before the security came in saying there were missing beach towels. Apparently we were supposed to have 4, only being given one the entire time. Because, with how completely overstuffed our bags were, we wanted to steal some $1 beach towels? After realising their mistake they repeatedly apologised and we took our lift to the airport. After making our way through the annoyances that is the security, and lining up, and waiting…. we finally got on our plane around 12:12 am. I have to say 5 and a half hour trying to sleep on a plane with a baby crying is the worst thing, ever. Finally arriving back in Australia and getting home, I proceeded to vomit out of my nose. And finally went to bed super early. And thus, I am back to reality, and my adventure has ended for now!

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