I worked it out. The total travel time, from my hotel in London to getting home in Blenheim will be thirty eight hours. Thats 38 hours. What can I say to describe the utter boredom of sitting in one place for that long. The short breaks when we stop over aren't long enough. I have decided that next time I fly I will save a bit extra and go first class. The final leg from Sydney was better but only because I had the whole row to myself. Also because I knew that in three hours I would get to leave the airport and breath fresh air again. Airports make me sick. It's all the recycled air.

Mum and Dad picked me up at the airport. Mum cried. I thought I was going to cry too but I decided it would be a terrible way to end a really great holiday. The drive home seemed longer than some of the flights. I was so happy to be sleeping in my own bed.