My final 24 hours, gulp. It was an odd feeling day, very surreal, and I'm sure I was walking around in a dazed state. My eyes burst open at 8am, I was instantly aware that it was my last day in paradise, after that I couldn't get back to sleep. I decided to get up, send all my clothes to the lovely laundry lady so they were fresh for when I got home. I then went back to bed and had my complimentary breakfast in bed, while I caught up on emails. Once packed, I put my stuff in reception and headed to the beach. I used up my last drops of odd bottles of sun creams but still managed to burn myself by the end of the day. My belly was liked a big red tomato skin. The sun clouded over around 4pm so I decided to save the last few chapters of my book for the airport and head back to my hotel to shower. I said my final goodbyes to the annoying yet harmless Indo guys on the beach and walked back. I had to use the home stays family shower because I had checked out of my room already. I suppose it wouldn't be right to leave Asia without a final traditional shower. This involves; a wet room, complete with a hole in the ground (toilet), a bucket of water to flush, a gathering of bugs and Mosquitos and a hose pipe half attached to the wall with cold water dripping out of it. Refreshing?! I had a bit of time to waste after that so I grabbed some dinner at the Greek place, went on the wifi and finished off my book. Lost count how many books I read over my travelling time but it had to be at least 9 - very impressed with myself. After a cab to the airport, there was a bit of hassle checking in, turns out we were now going to Singapore then to Doha then to London. Not Doha to London as my ticket stated, annoying!! Plus when I went through security there was a 150,000rp exit fee which I didn't know about so I had to come out of the airport, go to the ATM then go back through security and passport control. Least it wasn't some time because I was a little early. I wanted to treat myself to a duty free perfume, after choosing the one that I wanted, I had a quick Google at the prices at home and turns out it was more expensive in Bali!! Hardly duty free. All three flights went okay, the first flight I had three seats to myself, the second I was sat next to a little old man from Athens who is a pilot and returning home after 21 months away then the third I got an extra leg room window seat. My only complaint is the movies selection on all three flights weren't very good. Normally a good thing about flying is the selection of films but those ones were a let down. One thing I don't understand, when people are waiting at their gate to board, why que when its not open?? You've definitely got a seat booked, you won't loose it if you're not first on the plane. Its crazy, I'd rather sit and wait for all the hurried people to go on then join on the end when there's only a few people in line. Reaching Heathrow was very strange, I was really nervous and had butterflies summersaulting in my stomach. I went through the passport control, got welcomed back into England and headed towards baggage claim. My head was all over the place and I hadn't really prepared myself enough by that point. My bag was one of the first to come out, I put it on my back for the last time and just stood at the 'nothing to declare' sign, while the tears started to trickle down my cheeks. It was a mix of emotions, sad knowing my trip was over but at the same time, happiness because of who was waiting for me on the other side of the doors. My whole family; my mum, brother and sister. Before I did the long walk down the tunnel, I pulled myself together and wiped my face dry. There it was.. the arrivals hall and there they were.. my family!