
After a heavy day on the tourist trail, it was time to take things easier. I figured Friday to be my last chance to actually relax on this entire trip, I spent most in Corringham with some quick fleeting trips out to pick up my freshly serviced snow board. I headed over to Clives place in Woodham Ferrers in the evening where he, Emma and I left their newest family member sleeping at home, while we hit the pubs of Maldon. A pub with an open fire, and that typical hundred year old musty smell was the perfect venue to chat into the evening.


With barely 5minutes to let dinner settle, I was back out again to Basildons Festival park one last time, for a few drinks and a boogie to some bad party music... or good party music - I think that one of those is any oxy-moron, I'm just unsure which though.
I said goodbye to everyone, knowing I would see a few of them in the not too distant future on another continent, though at that moment - thoughts of Thailand were a very long way from the forefront of my mind. I awoke about 7hours later to get the last of my packing completed before my belated Christmas dinner would take place once again, with Mum, Dad, Grandma, Sian, Tim & Megan. All too soon it was time for that nasty emotional part again.
Tim and dad accompanied me to the airport in similar fashion to the last time I flew back to Sydney, though this time we did get a chance to stop for coffees and more chatting.
I'll miss you all
x
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