And then reality hits...

Well, not really. But kind of.

I have arrived in London safely after an old sckool plane trip. Honestly, I thought planes with communal screens were sooooo early 2000's. But no, not the one I was on for 11.5 hours with a sore bum, and then a sore neck from trying to watch the on board movies. It wasn't too bad though.

The rest of our time in Thailand went so quickly. The dawn service was good. Not as moving as I would have liked. I was actually expecting to report back tears (ok, maybe not), but still, I thought some kind of emotional choking would be in order. There might have been if people weren't turning their freakin digital cameras and video cameras on and off every five seconds. It totally disturbed the potentially beautiful ceremony which was set in a clearing in the middle of the jungle. When the trumpets and bagpipes played and the sun started peaking through the trees I felt proud to be an Australian. Then someone started taking photos during the 2 minutes of silence and I wanted to go and smack it out of their hands. Ok, this may be a little wrong, but we stuffed ourselves at the morning tea. There were ANZAC biscuits, no surprise there, BUT there was a Thai breakfast too with these deep fried donut things with condensed milk drizzled on top.....mmmm, sweet milk from a can. Then on the ride home we got a packed breakfast with an egg, lychees, an unidentifiable fruit and a sandwich. It was great!

Oh, we also went to go to a ping pong show in Bangkok. Our two and a half days in Bangkok were starting to wear us a little thin. Were were getting pissed off with the scamming, but decided on our last night some Bangkok's best was in order. This dude came up to us and showed us a laminated list of everything that was on offer. Now, I won't repeat the list cause mum reads this, but there was stuff that included needles, ballons and crayons. So we thought, great. He promised us the show would only cost us 100 baht. WRONG. We got in there and were immediately approached by two girls who wanted us to buy them drinks. Why the hell would we want to buy them drinks?! Needless to say, we both declined and then the madam of the place came and demanded we pay for our drink that second (the deal was we paid 100 baht for a drink as our entry free). We gave her 100 baht and she said we needed to pay 300 and proceeded to show us an alternate laminated list (this time it had pictures). So as a result of all the scamming that had been involved throughout our whole time in Bangkok I got really fiesty anad we ended up leaving and not paying. So, in the end, the only ping pong action we got was from the girl who wanted me to buy her a coke (I'm shuddering as I write this cause I shook her hand) who got on stage and popped a few out. No needles, no crayons, no balloons. Nothing.

Now I am far, far away from fruit shakes, massages and ping pongs. I've been waiting for reality to sink in that I have actually moved over here to sink in, but it hasn't. It feels totally normal that I am here. I am going through waves of feeling like 'yea it's going to be all gooooood' to 'shit, what the hell am I doing?' (this is more in reference to finding a job). I feel like I have come from hickville and everything I did in Adelaide means nothing. This is totally based on nothing mind you, as I haven't even met with anyone yet! Anna, Skinner and I are trying really hard to find somewhere to live asap, but even that is highly competitive. Places are snapped up as soon as they go on the net and it's taking us a long time to look cause we have no idea where most of them are. But it will be fine. I am meeting with some recuitment places tomorrow so it will be interesting to see what they say. Then I have a interview at an agency on Tuesday so that will be even more interesting!! But, it's going to be awesome. I came here for an adventure and that, I think, it is definitely going to be!

xx