Plans

There are some things in life that just don't go to plan. For example, before leaving to travel, Dennis planned to change his underpants at least once a week. But that just didn't happen. Andrea planned not to eat every sweet in sight. But that didn't happen either. Neither of us planned to have a family member fall ill. That's the one thing that did happen. Some things just never go to plan.
We are writing this entry from Uruguay, South America, the land of Andrea's forefathers. We are just paying her family a quick visit before heading home to Australia. Unfortunately, Andrea's father has suffered a stroke and we have decided to come home to be by his side. So those of you who have been pining for us for the last 8 months, pine no longer. If all goes to plan (that's an IF!) we will be returning to Sydney by the end of the week. We can't wait to get back and see everybody.

It has been a while since our last update, so in short, here it is. We left Egypt and returned to Madrid, where we spent a few days with a family friend of Andrea's. Amelia, Luciano and Rebeka provided us with a home away from home, which was what we needed after the madness of Egypt.


We then bussed it to gay-Paris to soak up the sights of the world's sexiest city. We sipped hot coffee along the Champs Elysee, watched a Parisian sunset from atop of the Eiffel Tower, strolled along the River Seine, trudged through the Catacombs, and we visited the Mona Lisa in the Louvre. The only thing missing was 'Pepe Le Peu'. While in France, we took the chance to visit another of Andrea's family members. We hired a car and drove out to Brest, Brittany. Wild weather and wild times awaited us as we hung out with the 'energetic' Anahi and her husband Regis. It was a very cool weekend!






When we returned to Paris, we'd made the decision to make our way home to Australia ASAP. That is when our own race-around-the-world began. From Paris we caught a 10 hour overnight bus to London where not a minute of sleep was had. We lost count of the number of times that we were ordered on and off the bus for customs and ferry crossings and whatever else was going on. Arriving in London, we dropped our bags off at Andrea's cousins place and paid a visit to the airport to organise flights home to Oz. The only flight available to us left that afternoon in 4 hours' time. We had to cross London twice in that time with our bags, and in peak hour. Joy! We made it to the plane and caught our 16 hour flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina. From there we had to get to Argentina's port to catch a ferry across to Uruguay. 49 hours after we'd left Paris, Andrea's aunty Gladys was a sight for sore eyes.


We've spent the last few days in Montevideo freezing our extremities off. So much for the Latin heat! We are catching up with family and friends, and gorging on the meat and sweets, before returning home.

We'll see you soon!

Happy Birthday to Genti. We tried calling but you but no one was home. We'll call you soon and we love you.