We hadn’t slept that soundly the night before we left Phnom Penh. We were a bit excited to be dragging our broke asses home, and it was an early morning as well.

And we hadn’t slept that well on the plane. Well, I didn’t – Alice remembered her eye mask and ear plugs and dropped off just like that.

But once we got home in our own comfy comfy bed, we just sailed away into the land of nod and didn’t get up until nine o’clock the next morning.

First order of business was to move a whole lot of pictures and things off the little white computer onto my silver one, partly because I’d taken most of the photos, but mainly because I had a lot more spare space.

That’s for later though; at the moment we had ‘Waking up In Our Own Bed at Home’ to savour.

Did it feel like an achievement? Yes.

Did it feel life-changing? Yes, but hard to say exactly how at this moment.

Was it worth the money we poured into it (plus a $5,000 debt)? Hell Yes. I think the Financial Crisis thingy shows us that the value of money can change quite quickly anyway. It’s just money.

But memories are priceless.

And yes, I could not resist ending our four months of trravel journals with an absurd cliche.

I just had to do it. For the team. They’re just such a determined bunch, all season long they’ve been trying their hearts out, we’ve been putting the ball in the right areas, and getting all the little ducks lined up in a row, but we just haven’t been getting the results, so it’s great for the team for us to finally get a result.

Thank you.

That is all.

Greg

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