I am not gonna cry

... but I want to.

My flight was delayed by 2 hours. Which is exactly 10 minutes less than the time I had to get to my next flight.

So now I am standing at a Flight Transfers desk with hundreds of other people waiting to find out when I will be able to get on to my holiday. Since by missing this flight I will also be missing the third and final flight.

I am afraid to wonder what the fate of my luggage is. This hasn't happened to me before.

In hindsight, the lesson learned is to not book consecutive flights less than 4 hours apart.

Part of me wishes I could go home and forget this whole incident and live a boring two weeks instead of standing for another few hours in this stuffy hall that smells like a lot of people who have all been on long haul flights.

Trying to channel the Explorer enthusiasm again.

... This above was written at 3 hours past midnight and 4 cat-naps ago.

I have managed to get flights and arrange to arrive at my destination without missing too much of my tour. And with an assurance that my luggage will arrive at the same time as me. I will be travelling via Beirut except Ill be sprinting from one terminal to the next so no time to relish the additional destination.

Trouble is now that I have to phone and wake tour-leader people up to tell them that I will be late and I have to catch another 3 flights and hope for no further delays.

The only big risk on the horizon is that I have a 10 hour stop over night in Casablanca and I am not sure if Ill find a hotel. But at least Ill be almost at my destination by then :)

Second lesson of today is that Abu Dhabi is really cold. Colder than I remember Dubai being. I have dipped into my holiday pocket money to buy a scarf to stop me shivering and to keep my head warm.

So three more hours and I can zoom zoom zoom off to Beirut! (then sprint sprint sprint then more zooming... You get the idea.)

hmm Spoke too soon

I am still sitting in the Joburg Airport. It looks like I am going to be departing an hour late at least.

Not cool. Not cool at all. I don't know what I am going to do if the delay becomes longer than the time between my next connecting flight...

It's out of my control so I might as well go with it and hope for the best.

Frankie's Travels Morocco Day 0

I still was feeling ill when I got to the airport but my belly and I have now a tenuous agreement that it will stop wriggling if I feed it boring plain flavourless things for a while.

sigh - annoying physical response to stress.

Next thing to fret over is a) hoping my flights are all on time. And b) hoping I manage the international-domestic transition at Casablanca in 2 hours. If those two things go past without hitch then Ill be all good and looking for my airport transfer in Marrakech.

It's gonna be fun fun fun! And I think I am beginning to take my normal more relaxed approach to travelling now :)

Let the feel good I deserve this holiday feelings rush in and the bitter You look happier than me feelings wash away.

Too much more of this perkiness and Ill have "leeeaaaving soon a jet plane" stuck in my head...

Oh (insert expletive of choice here)!

I am ill. I am flying in 5 hours and I am ill. I couldn't eat last night and my belly is empty and all my body wants to do is puke. Ever vomitted on an empty stomach? It is vile.

I have been ill like this before. I know what causes it... (Nope Not Pregnant - Let's not be jumping to cliched conclusions now) Lets say it's a kind of mental allergic reaction that I wish I had better control over.

Anyway there isn't much to do about it but to wait it out and hope it really is all in my head and that the symptoms will pass before it affects my holiday. Please not the holiday.

For now I gotta sip some tea and hope to feel better soon. Like Really Soon. Immediately if possible.

Past midnight - it's officially Leave for Morocco Day!

I took a moment to reminiscent over past night-before-overseas trips here and a little more than two years ago I was ridiculously excited for my very first trip flying to UAE and Italy. Freshly graduated and on the tipping point of a whole wave of life change. Starry eyed and way too excited (and in hind sight a little naive)
A little less than 18 months ago I was less excited and more stressed over being a leader of some willful young women but not afraid of where the weeks to come in Germany would take me.

Now today I have been almost sick to my stomach nervous and crazy stressed out over my trip to Morocco. So many unknowns! So many things to organise! I am second guessing this exercise of independence. However it's all paid and organised and I am packed, I have nothing more to do but Be Kinda Excited. I hope only for dreams of being the Explorer and not to wake every half hour thinking of something more to not be forgotten.

Morocco! Morocco! Morocco!

And that is all I will say about Anything going on today. Any words more must go unsaid.

Morocco Countdown 19 days

..... eeeeeeeeeeeekk! And So much to still do!

9 work days left
only 60% christmas shopping complete.
House sitting for a week
I must collect my passport from the embassy
I must do a little shopping for my trip (clothes and forex and stuff and things)

Either way I am getting excited... As well as a little nervous if Morocco was such a great choice. Why I say that is that when I was in Dubai, there was this odd smell that I noticed everywhere. Kinda like a sweet smokey spicey smell. Now the blend of sweet smokey and spice may sound like something out of a novel, the smell made my stomach turn. It does explain why I spent most of the time there feeling ill and not hungry at all...

Now I know that while Morocco has a big Islamic element it is not really the arab middle east... I have noticed that All the Sahara/Middle Eastern/Moroccan themed restaurants in Joburg seem to smell the same when I walk past...

I do know that this may be my minds Nervous worries getting creative again... Is it possible that this poetic "smell of the Sahara" and exotic arabic smells are just not right for the nose on me?

I guess Ill know in 19 days.

(yippeeee!)

Travel woes

So I am sitting outside the Morocco Embassy in Pretoria waiting for the office to officially open. I am leaving for my holiday of independence to exotic places in less than a month. Because I am a little bored sitting out here, my head is spinning over travel worries (I am a woman - we worry over everything)
So here is what I am stressing for at the moment...
7. The creepy security guard will harass me.
6. I don't have all the required paperwork for my application
5. My visa application is rejected based on something a South African politician has done to offend the Moroccan government
4. I loose my passport in the next 3 weeks
3. No one else in the entire world books the same trip as me (sub-worry is that there are only a few people on the trip and the people on the trip are lame/too old/too young/unfriendly)
2. I miss one of my 6 flights getting there and back.
1. I won't enjoy the holiday for what ever reasons. Or else something BAD will happen there. Resulting in feeling that I have wasted my money and will regret the impulsive urge that got me to this point of sitting outside the Moroccan embassy...
Sigh... And I drank too much coffee so my digestive system is u-n-h-a-p-p-y...

Back again to Botswana

... I am back in Botswana.
Honestly I REALLY do not want to be here.
Firstly, I have been involved in other proposal work for these past two weeks and so I am not quite on top of my game as far as the Botswana project goes.
Secondly, the new (assistant) PM is kinda really efficient and so there is another reason why I am not fully in the mode for the meetings to come.
(In my defence, This project has been the main part of my work for 18 months I am not far off my game yet. Ill be back in the swing of things in no time at all)
Thirdly, the client has been sending letters to us that indicate that they think our performance on this project is unsatisfactory. And while the core reasoning behind their complaint is valid and I know we have put the best of our resources into the project, they are going about the complaint in the rudest most uncivil mean-spirited way. Being told that you are no longer welcome on a project that you have put your entire effort into for 18 months kills all motivation to work hard... Especially after letter number 3.
Finally I am tired and am full of the end-of-year exhaustion feelings. I don't feeeeeel like being away from home for 3 days mid week on a non-holiday.
Anyway I dutifully packed my bags and printed my paperwork and went to the airport and boarded the plane to Gaborone.
Now it is always a mission to get accommodation in Gaborone and so a few months ago we found this B&B called Kidron Suites. Which is a little unknown but nice and pretty good value for money.
Problem is that it is near impossible to find this place. Especially at night where street lighting is minimal and you're looking for the second dirt road on the left.
So we landed and I bravely took my car voucher to the car rental and got the keys. Lesson in Frank: 99% of my driving experience is in my little old trusty manual Toyota Tazz. The brand spanking new modern Polo Vivo is Not At All Like the Tazz.
First I couldn't figure out how to start it... Then to figure out how to get the lights turned on ... Finally to turn off the accidently-initiated windscreen wipers... And oofff we goooo!
So I thought I was doing pretty well following my map that I made earlier today. Left at the substation, second right, third left and.... I was lost. And it was getting dark. I decided to press on and tried the next dirt road - Wrong Place! I turned around and tried the next dirt road... Which was in fact not a dirt road but a bus stop sign and a steep grass embankment...
Fortunately the Vivo's brakes are in tip top condition...
And so the semi-retired lines specialist offered to drive and let me direct. So we swapped seats and he promptly drove to the nearest hotel and asked me to go get directions.
Lesson 2 from Frank: The reason why so few roads have road names in Gaborone is that none of the locals use road names. The man at reception looked at my map with awe saying "Wow we have a road named after the president! Oh is that the name of that road..."
Finally he let me phone Kidron who immediately offered to drive across and lets us follow them back.
So while I was dying of mortified shame, the specialist followed our hosts and in 10 minutes we were signing our book in forms.
They helped carry our bags, bought iced water and said the greatest thing all afternoon "Chicken stew and rice is for dinner and it will be ready in 10 minutes"
And it was.... And it was delicious.
See as irksome that it is that I was reluctant to be here and that I got lost and I was ashamed... These people are really really helluva nice.
So here goes the shout out for the nice nice people;
If you are ever in Gaborone, and looking for a great place to stay, look up Kidron Suites. You'll get fair value for money and you'll feel really well looked after. Kidron Suites! Kidron Suites! Kidron Suites!
... Just don't ask me how to get there.

But if you have to ask... Ill give you the number and they'll tell you instead :)

France's Travels - Op pad - Jozi bound

We set the alarm for early - and agonized over having to climb out from the covers at dawn, packed up and packed in and packed away our several and many bags and suitcases and we are back on the road returning to Home... Well Joburg home for MrT... Technically he was leaving mom's home to return to his Jozi-home.

I got my knee high travelling socks and short pants on for travelling-fashion-oddity amusements.

MrT chose a scenic route home through the sugarcane fields through Zululand around the small mountains/large hills. (about a B-cup #guyjoke)

While admiring the awesome mountain road views and the african huts and rolling green hills of sugar cane, we're keeping our eyes peeled for cops. (Aaargh for 80km/h zones because people build homes too close to the regional roads)

We picked up a Monkey Apple a few days ago and as awesome as the sweet spicey aroma is... It's beginning to make my stomach turn after 2 hours of travelling only.

Funny though after 3 weddings in 10 days and residing with and Afrikaans family and meeting lots of Afrikaans friends of MrT, my mind is firstly going wedding crazy and I keep translating everything I say into Afrikaans inside my head.

Hopefully it will wear off in a day or two...

Frankie's Travels - RB wedding 3 day 1

Today I will be attending the civil ceremony of MrT's brother's impending nuptials. They are having their wedding tomorrow at the yatch club but today we get the legal proceeding out the way.

So pretty clothes tomorrow and jeans and a little less pretty clothes today.

I still decided to put in an effort so today I pulled on my pretty jeans and managed MrT to take me shopping for a nice blouse. Then threw on some funky accessories and a plastic flower behind my ear and to be honest - I'm feeling pretty smart in today's threads :)

... I just hope I can top it for the wedding-wedding tomorrow.

Unfortunately we thought the ceremony was at 2pm and so we were dressed and ready to go before 1 to go collect the groom.

The ceremony is at 3pm... It's 34 degrees inside...

We're clustered inside the bridal couples small lounge under the spinning fan watching some silly tv show.

Some thoughts based on the silly tv...

- I wonder if comedians get paid per f-bomb dropped...

- I fear I am the only one here embarrassed for MrT's mom having to sit through this with us.

- Are racist jokes ever funny in mixed company?

- Is it weird to laugh at sex jokes in front of your parents?

- how many of us here will be thinking about the comedians below the belt jokes during the wedding ceremony.

- I wonder when we'll get around to lunchtime ... Sigh... :/

Frankies Travels - RB day 5

It has been a quiet few days - but for the lack of blog posts - it has been an interwebs deprived few days.

On day 2 after sleeping for at least 12 hours we had a very slow day spent mostly in front of the TV. MrT's mum put together a smashing dinner of pork chops and wors for us - the guests.

On Monday morning we were woken up by the arrival of MrT's brother for a small wedding related family indaba (MrT's brother is getting married on Friday.. and on Saturday) This degenerated into a family indaba and I was left to first sit and listen to a lively not too friendly argument in Afrikaans and then, as each member stormed, out the room I was left with the African grey parrot to talk to.

Anyhow, we left shortly after that and drove to the Richards Bay harbour for some sight seeing and then towards Mtunzini - which is a tinny little village 50km southwards down the coast from Richards Bay - through the sugar fields..

We arrived before book in time for our B&B so we stopped off at The Fat Cat restaurant for pizza - mushroom, bacon and slices of chipolata - mmmmm good post-travelling food.

Our B&B was very very nice - not only chocolates and biscuits with the coffee tray but two cold beers and a bottle of wine in the fridge, ribbons on the towels and fancy soaps in the bathroom (which I scaled when we left hee hee hee). As well as a ridiculously friendly golden retriever to greet us at the door.

The day that we arrived in Mtunzini was not a very friendly weather day. So we pretty much chilled - read some beaded some and listened to the rain some. By the time we were peckish for some dinner it was close to 8pm and we ventured out to the four different restaurant locations only discover that (A) restaurants are usually closed on Mondays there and (B) the restaurants that were open, usually closed their kitchens at 8pm on a Monday. We stoped off finally at The Fat Cat again and the kind owner quickly whipped up some food for us (it helps tipping well the first time to get good service the second time)

On Tuesday we were given a splendid breakfast of fresh strawberries, coffee, bacon. eggs. sausage, tomato and garlic mushrooms. We then ventured down to the Mtunzini beach which was on the other side of a bird sanctuary and nature reserve.

We saw dassie, red duiker, zebra, kingfisher, weavers and robins. The beach was expansive and cold but we had some good exercise walking and playing in the waves. We also wandered up to the estuary but did not spy any hippo or crocodiles.

Again the weather turned inclement by afternoon and we made holiday-like for the remainder of the day.

This morning dawned sunny and warm but still windy. We decided to pop a further 100km down the coast to Ballito which is one of my favourite places on the KZN coast. (many happy family holiday memories there)

We shopped for some beach curios, walked the promenade, and then stopped off at the Spar for ice creams and juice. (Just like a Real Beach Holiday…)

We then turned towards (MrT’s) home and returned to Richards Bay.

We finished off the holiday vibe with slap chips on the beach and exploring the ‘burbs by sunset…. Which leads now finally to another bedtime well earned (well in fact MrT just remembered he needs to write a speech for Saturdays’s element of the wedding so he is stressing and typing a little like a fiend first)

What’s Afrikaans for a Grooms Best Man? A Strroijonker sounds a little… well.. uumm.. old school…

Frankie's Travels - RB day 2

We arrived in MrT's home town an hour later than scheduled because we had to wait for some road works ... In 11 different places!

Surprisingly Richards Bay was cold and cloudy and windy. (Everyone said it would be hot here)

I was introduced to MrT's mum then we freshened up then suited up for the Wedding.

We were ready a little early so we stopped off at McDonalds in our pretty wedding attire for a spot of lunch. Hey, who doesn't like being stared at?

Now before I talk about the wedding ceremony and reception, let's remember that I was the my own brothers wedding only 24 hours before.

The wedding ceremony was simple and short. As in less then 40 minutes in total short. (My brother's ceremony was easily over an hour long)

Then we drove up the road and round the corner to the Protea Hotel for the reception.

As we were guests and thus free of any responsibilities other than having a good time... We had plenty of liberty to stand around while photos were taken and gossip about the other guests. The skirts too short and the large persons and the funny hair colours.

The reception itself was remarkably similar to my brothers with the exception to all the speeches being in Afrikaans and the wedding specific traditions.

We left early for being exhausted and went on a drive around the city.

Nothing quite as thrilling as the night lights off an aluminium smelter and the smoke stacks of a chemical factory :)

Frankies Travels - Richards Bay

On a non-travelling note first....

I have had the most insane busy week.
1. I am at present travelling and thus will be on leave for a whole week so I was tying up loose ends at work. In addition the pace of some of the projects at work at the moment is between insane and I-Need-It-Yesterday-Already.

2. My brother got married yesterday.

3. I had a visitor from "The Motherland" at work. I recruited a chap from our UK office and he came to visit this week to decide if Jozi life would suit him. As I was the primary recruiter (And good chums) I was appointed as the head tour guide. (This should be a separate post of it's own)

4. Other normal week busy-ness stuff.

Anyhow it all adds up to a lotta tiredness and I really need this week off! I'm going the beach - Coolness!!

What added to this pot of crazy is that my brothers wedding ended around 11pm last night and MrT's best friend is kicking off at 3pm today in Richards Bay - A 7 hour drive away...

So we're on the road at 3:30am driving having a slightly insane road trip on 3 hours sleep. (Hmmmm seems to be a lot of 3's there)

Then we're spending a week chillaxing enjoying the beachness and then attending MrT's brothers wedding next weekend also in Richards Bay.

So Good Times ahead! Right after this long 7 hour zoom cross-country!

(meeting MrT's family for the first time too :/ Little nervous on that note.)

Frankie's Non-Travels - Playing the tour guide

So this weekend two members of the German contingent were my guests.

So after two days of hurried cleaning and tidying and sweeping and wiping and shoving stuff into cupboards I met the Germ's and the whole group including the other hosts and we went to SAB World of Beer.

I thought the tour was pretty interesting but perhaps a little hardcore on the educational side for a Saturday afternoon.

The two free drinks after was quite a nice touch. I sampled a Sarita - It was dry but I could drink it... (nya ha ha ha)

My two guests were tired so I took them out for italian pizza for dinner and then (Shock! Horror! Oh The Shame!) We were all asleep by 10pm!! ...on a Saturday night!

On Sunday, after much discussion, we drove out to The Cradle and to the Maropeng Centre. For future reference, go to Maropeng with a school group and go to Sterkfontein Caves as adults. I don't think we got our money's worth out of the boat ride and educational buttons and displays.

Then we drove a little south east from the far deep West and went to Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens for a picnic lunch. We happened to run into another group of the German contingent and their hosts.

So we lunched together :)

Then we all went for a walk to the waterfalls to see the black eagles who were absent from their nest. Then for a walk up the hillside next to the waterfall to the look out point which was a tad steep. Then we walked up to the top of the mountain which was agony for the unfit Me and it was ridiculously steep.

Once we had finally made our way back down the mountain (aided by sips of warmish water - yuck) we decided to make the most of the afternoon sunlight and drove back into town and up Northcliff Hill to inspect the view.

Sadly with all the dust in the air, the view was obscured somewhat by the haze. We sat on the top of the mountain and watched the swallows and robins and other Little Brown Flying Creatures zip around in the air.

We finally turned my little greenblue car towards my castle and my guests kindly cooked honey mustard chicken on pasta for me. (and washed dishes!!)

To finish off the evening we played bavarian card games with... Wait for it... Bavarian Cards! My guest found out the sad reality that I am a little bit of a card shark hee hee.

Overall a busy memorable weekend... But this morning I was the very definition of exhaustion... Kept shutting eyes in the morning meeting (awkward!)

Frankie's Travels - More waiting

(wrote this in the airport around 4pm yesterday but didn't post because interwebs access accross the border is crazy bad expensive...)

My meeting went pretty well I think. I managed to get a lot of the answers I was needing and they organised a tasty fine lunch for us.

There was a man in the meeting with the most beautiful long eyelashes... And big ol' manly hairy moustache... Tried not to stare too much.

Our italian contractor was also at the meeting place due to meet with the clienr after us. And he had his nice young italian surveyor guy with him. Mmmmmm... Tried not to stare too much.

Now we're back at the airport with 90 minutes to kill until boarding and unfortunately at this airport there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in the boarding lounge but chairs, a door in, a door out and a clock... Goona be one long ass 90 minutes :/

That's all... (Trying not to stare too much)

Frankie's Travels - Cross the Border

It's another red-eye morning. I am popping up to Botswana today. We got to slightly later flight out but I still landed up taking it upon myself to be up at the crack of dawn... So 2 and a bit hours before boarding time I am seated at the airport... Smelling the croissants and muffins and coffee. (Gonna wait for the line at the counter to ease and then Imma gonna hava soma java boys n girls :) )

I always get very very nervous driving to to airport. It usually is pretty dark at the times when I am in transit. I think It's the long-ish distance at speed with faster cars zipping past me and having to dodge trucks.

For serious I get shaking hands and break out in a cold sweat while driving that road. And It's always a huge relief when I finally turn onto the tiny stetch of highway that carries me through to the airport parking lots. Getting home is another story in itself...

So I am going on a business trip. Now in preparing yesterday, my laptop was giving me issues as well as asking me to change passwords and all and all and all... Anyway - I tried to check my mail this morning and I seem to be locked out!! So I got a few problems there. I just need to hope that I can still log onto my laptop or else Im gonna be in So Much trouble for not being able to take minutes of the meeting.

Now this meeting is gonna be kinda huge As in several parties all sitting down to discuss and hopefully agree. Double nervous on the premonition that Ill be the nominated Minute-taker!

For now I got my coffee and my freebie news paper and exactly 2 hours to go until take off.... So Imma gonna chillax for a while :)

Travelling

So I went to site yesterday. The great joy of getting to fly was overflowing in my cold head yesterday at the crack of dawn which was about the time I arrived at the airport. Let's break down the time line here since I am in fact Still in Gaborone (yeah yeah one day trip right? NOT)

4:00am alarm goes off
4:30am run out the front door (freakishly scared I have forgotten something - I did)
5:15am find parking at airport (trying hard to remember how to get back to my car)
5:20am booked in and told to be at the boarding gate on the OTHER SIDE of the airport in 5 minutes
5:30am at boarding gate - it is closed
6:20am liftoff! wheee
7:30am landing - I try to fake nonchalance by being asleep as we touchdown - I get a fright and leap in my seatbelted seat - not very blase Frank...
7:45am find a seat to wait to be collected from airport and try not draw attention to myself by cracking up while reading Pratchett.
10:00am Leave for site (we had to wait for someone else to arrive too)
12:45pm arrive on site for 13:00 meeting
12:59pm discover meeting postponed to 14:00 because people must lunch
13:00 - 14:00 phone people, be annoyed, get dust in eyes, get gently verbally abused by contractor
14:00 meeting commencement Yaay! Wait I am supposed to run the meeting?
15:00 realisation that meeting is not progressing as well as that to make our flight home, we must leave in 30 minutes.
15:30 decide to stay the night in Gaborone and wander about the dust bowl for another few hours
15:30 - 19:00 wander about dust bowl, avoid enormous trucks, furtively eat mini Cheddars (aka lunch) get ash on clothes, climb sand mountains, be laughed at in Italian, make a grasp at thorn bush, try and not swear while picking out thorns
20:30 arrival in Gaborone
20:45 get lost finding hotel
21:15 arrival at hotel
21:30 dinner (the meal following 6am aeroplane breakfast)
22:30 start typing minutes
00:33 CRASH zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Today
8:00 put on yesterdays clothes - feels icky
8:15 attempt to use hand cream as face cream - feeling 1% less icky
9:00 abusing free internet at hotel.


And so I am sitting in my room trying to avoid the pile of work waiting for me back at the office - Imma gonna have to go make other people as of tomorrow - but right now I think I should take it a teeny tiny bit easy before I go out and make the most of being in the same city as my client again... (seeing him later, we shall have words, hopefully good ones)

and that is the story of the one-day becoming two-day trip to site. (to quote someone, "No body ever died of a little dirt...")

Frankies Travels : Ballito, Durban, KZN

I am on my last evening here in the Dolphin Caravan Park in Ballito (Compensation Road if you must know)

It has been 10 days down on the late summer humid semi-tropical east coast in walking distance to the beach.... Willards Beach... If you must know.

This holiday has been a semi-return to childhood as I haven't been caravanning with my family (or holidaying in fact) for at least 2 years.

I got sick and tired of it and put my foot down and said No More and found excuses to not go for two whole years (basically Final year of varsity and not having leave from work - real difficult excuses there)

I just got tired of the concept and the close small living spaces and the family members annoying personality traits...

However this time I decided to come along as I haven't really had a nice holiday in a while and I was needing a break from work. Incidently this family holiday comes just before the new lease on my new place took effect... So essentially 10 days in a tent and caravan closed space with family and then go home and moving out!

And so overall it's been pretty good. The weather was fine and the sea and sand and surf was reasonable and the bickering and disagreements and annoying traits were perhaps easier to ignore. I actually got to spend some pretty quality time with the siblings.

I will complain that There is SO MUCH gear to set up for this camping concept! It get pretty tired and old pretty fast on the first day after 8 hours of travelling and an early morning start to have to endure the bossing around and hot stuffy tent while we get ourselves set up. Enough tables and kitchens and chairs and tents and canopies already! (one always manages to make me bleed)

I will also complain that Enough with the scratching and adjusting and readjusting and itching and sleeping in loose trousers with legs splayed wide Boys! Sies already!

People smelly funny after a while. And their dirty clothes are containers of distilled portions of that weird smell (eeeeuuuwww!)

That's all :)

PS so overall I am sad to be returning to work in two days. Tomorrow is going to be extreme tiredness of travelling and unpacking. bleeuugghh SO SO not in the mood :) Toyota did not take comfort into account into designing the passenger row of the Venture.... (My legs are gonna wanna die tomorrow)