Well, that's it. The end is nigh. I'm sitting in Heathrow Terminal 1, tired out of my mind, but still in one piece, sorta. Getting here was a challenge though. Two 10 hour flights and navigating the security of Los Angeles Airport (so terrible I can't even describe it), followed by the almost as bad Heathrow airport has left me in a corpse-like state. It's not pretty, I assure you. However, as much as I may complain, it's nice to be almost back. Not quite Belfast just yet (only a one and a half hour flight away), but still, the familiarity of the UK is nice. All I want to do right now is have a nice dinner (one is waiting for me thanks to my dear Mum) and sleep for about a week. Easier said than done though. My body has no idea what's going on - should I be asleep right now, hungry, tired? I have no idea. The joy of travelling, eh? I still love it though. I'll get a final few photos up for you all to have a look at if you fancy it, and I'm sure I'll find the time to leave a few final thoughts, Jerry Springer stylee. Watch this space.