So I haven't actually told the tale of getting back to Newquay yet. Far out brussel sprout... it was a mission in the end. I arrived in London, as you know from Budapest, with very little money and a flight to Newquay where I could earn some money as fast as possible. I stayed at Carys' place a couple nights, then headed out to Stansted to get my flight to Newquay. This unfortunately didn't happen as smoothly as it seems it should. I got on the tube, bidding farewell to Brixton one more time, towards Liverpool Street Station. Anyone who lives in London will tell you that you should leave two hours minimum to get anywhere on the tube, as there's always something delaying you, whether it be actual delays or.dan rocks.... DAMNIT DAN KEEP YOUr little HANDS TO YOURSELF! whether it be actual delays or little old ladies walking slowly down the wrong side of the lane. God help her, no-one has any pity for those who dare to break the rules of London. And how bout those suitcases in the express lane on the escalator.... Somehow, I just didn't make it to the stansted express on time. I still got on it though, with that feeling in my stomach, throat, toes and water that I was wasting my time. Got to the airport, and sure enough, I had missed the flight. There was actually still about 50minutes till the flight left, but the rules are so strict on checking in early now, that they wouldn't let me through. Tears flowed, when I called Dan and said I wasn't making it down to Newquay that night, after being away from him for 6 weeks.

Luckily I found €100 in my wallet, and that got me £45 just before the exchange desk closed. With my new found cash, I was albe to purchase an overnight bus ticket from Stansted to Newquay. I was so lucky there was one leaving that night. So the next morning at 7.30am I was finally re-united with my boyfriend and Matt's Surf Lodge.