Holy Moly

Holy fucking moly I feel like I have been travelling for days but in reality it’s not even 24 hours yet.  There was a point in the day whereby I didn’t even think that we would make it to the airport.  The moral of this particular story is don’t leave two hungover chicks in charge of fixing a bike on to a car.  The other lesson is don’t buy cheap shit from ebay (Clarkey). .  To cut a long and scary story short the attached bike came crashing through Sarah’s window just before we got to the airport.  I almost shit my pants.  It did though mean that the emotional farewell that we were both dreading was somewhat hijacked by the commotion.  Every cloud and all that!