The 75h Journey.

Monday: 06:00 (GMT+8), My eyes dreamily opened as the alarm pierced through my ears and shattered my silent dream. My head felt sore from the previous night as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. God knows how I managed to find a tuctuc driver to the bus station and a bus to take me to the airport in Puerto Princesa while being more unconscious than conscious. I settled between two old women on a hard seat in the small, smelly van and my heavy head bobbed up and down every time we hit another pot hole. After 7 hours of this tiring journey I had finally arrived at the airport. 20:00, I landed in Manila Airport and after changing terminals my exhausted body found some metal chairs that it could comfortably rest upon.

Tuesday: 01:15, Managed to get on the 9h flight to Abu Dhabi. By flirting with the stewardesses I managed to convince her to give me the big bottle of water, I had to stay hydrated if I wanted to survive this. I looted one of the plane blankets and cuddled up with my water bottle on a metal reclined chair for 4h. Following another 9h of flight, tons of ice-cream, loads of 'aqua vitae' and a 2h stop-over in Manchester I had finally reached Aberdeen, the end-destination of the return flight. Lawrence, my step-uncle, generously picked me up and with my sense of time being completely messed up I only managed to fall asleep at 23:00 (GMT+1).

Wednesday: 04:00, Woke up and got ready for the next flight, only one stop-over this time. In Manchester, the flight company had been so nice to change the waiting time from 3h to 12h. After a very tiring 12h of trying to watch movies (I curse you 1h time-limit on free internet), solving the rubik's cube a bajillion times and a short 3h flight I landed in Lisbon, Portugal. I got picked up there from 2 friends that drove me to my next and last stop.

Thursday: 02:00 (GMT+1), I had arrived at the final stop of this exhausting journey, Tamera. I happily fell into the soft bed and drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.