Saturday, 7 November 2009

The Mancora dream is over

So I´m back in Lima now all tanned up and lovely! I was definitely a little bit sad to be leaving Mancora, tears flowed as i left Rhiannon and the girlies at the pool. Crazy to think me and Rhiannon have been travelling together for 7 weeks now! Loco. I´ve been walking around Lima today in a bit of a daze, replaying all the best bits of the last 9 months in my head, whilst trying to ease the pain with some retail therapy. Seriously, shopping has never been so hard! NEVER! Somehow I got through it. But then once the shopping was over (incidentally i shouldn´t have been shopping in the first place, my bag already weighs 25kg!EEK!) I slipped into a lull. And then i went back to my room and cried. Once i pulled myself together I figured I should probably come check my emails, i figured it would be a good idea to send mum my fligth details, and I am so glad I did. Mum sent the perfect email and reminded me... It´s not over till it´s over. Wise words from a wise woman. They made me cry, but I´ve stopped moping now, and my last 24 hours on this blessed continent are going to be bloody good ones.

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