Tuesday, June 12, 2007

All good things must end

After a final massage and a really wonderful lunch we headed off to the airport. Somewhere in the far reaches of my skull a small headache was brewing. By the time we were 30,000ft over the ocean it had developed into a full blown migraine. Not a lot you can do in terms of strong drugs and ice packs up there. Eight hours of hell followed and can't say it was my best flight ever.
Home now - full of nasty chemicals and feeling like I have been hit by a truck but at least did amuse the man at Customs with my bag of beads.

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