Hi Everyone

Ok so that previous journal entry was meant to be the last but I felt I had to share this all with you...

So after I had finished the previous entry, I went back up to our room and started to sort my stuff out, separating the presents and new goodies just in case one of the bags got lost etc! Tash wasnt feeling to great so we just headed across the way to grab a pizza.

Anyway once we were back in the room, we settled down to watch the movies that were on tv that night. As we were waiting for Striptease to come on, it dawned on me that it didnt make sense that we were going to be having the whole next day (the 21st) in Bangkok, and then flying that evening, when the UK was only 6 hrs behind. I quickly got up and grabbed our flight details. As I looked at the times in slowly clicked that the flight was at 00.45am on the 21st, which meant we needed to be at the airport that night.

So you would have thought that we might have realised this at some point during the last 7 months. Tash's excuse is that she has always struggled with the 24hr clock...I have no excuse I'm afraid.

So as I realised that we should have left for the airport already, but instead we were in our pjs, I told Tash that we had got the day wrong and that we needed to leave for the airport asap. Thankfully we were practically packed and we had our clothes out that we were going to be wearing on the flight (see we were organised in every other way!) so we shoved our last few bits in our bags and ran to the lift.

We stumbled out and into the loby. One of the reception girls looked quite shocked and asked us where we were going. We explained that we had got the date wrong and that we need to get a cab asap. She just looked at us as if you were the stupidest people she had ever met. Soem of the men that worked there grabbed our bags and got us a cab.

We were told that it would take at least an hour and a half to get there but we got there in a hour. We ran in slight hot and bothered only to find out that our flight had been delayed by at least an hour...typical. So we had loads of time to kill and unfortunately the new airport isnt all that. They seem to just have 6 shops that are repeated throughout the terminal at least 5 times. We tried to get a manicure but they dont have any nail varnish (what manicure doesnt end in your nail being painted?!)

Finally it was time to board.

Having got the date wrong, it didnt leave us a lot of time to take in the fact that our trip was over and we were finally heading home. I dont think it has hit me yet that I am home and its all over. I'm sure it will sink in, in the next few days and I will fall into deep depression! Oh well, I will just have to plan my next trip!