'On my way home I remember only good days'

So..
im not sure at what point coming home actually began.. was it halfway through the trip? is is just when you get on that last plane from Hong Kong? Or is it when you actually start to think that you are coming home.

Im thinking its the latter. so.. im on my way home.. well back to aust at any rate. as it goes ill only be there for a week and a bit and then on the Great Vic Bike Ride, which is going to be AWESOME. a) its going to phillip island and the Prom.. what better to come home to? and b) the little stevies are going to be playingn live again.. so yes.. looking forward to that.. and seeing ppl too of course.. lol oh and c) Poi and Devil sticks with little kids watching us thinking we are the bees knees.

so.. im currently in Toulouse.. and decided to spend the day exploring. And consideringn ill be home in a week and a bit i attempted to get some souvineery things.. (wasnt too successful.. sorry.. everything you see either would die in transit ie. chocolate, wine and crockery, is painfully heavy ie. books or is illegal to bring into the countryie. food, cheese, honey etc. an everythingn else is the same hippy asian and indian stuff you see everywhere.. but i still have some days.. so we shall see..) but i did have some fun shopping.. mirror world alwyas makes things interestingn.. and not being able to understand what shop keepers are saying to you.. and of course the dodge looks from security guards.. they dont seem to like me.. (its the rain coat and back pack, least i hope its not that i just look suspicious) but that all kept me entertained for some time.. including the regulatory looks at cathedrals etc.
Sadly it turned out that i hadnt paid quite enough attention as i should have been.. (a reminder of school days) and as such i ended up soemwhat lost..
well not really somewhat.. very.. which was incredibly vexing and embarassing and annoying (this kind of thing doesnt happen to me, as far as im concerned) so i spent 1.5 hrs walking aroundn the town looking for a waterway (turns out there are actually 4 which didnt really help) as it gradually got darker and everything got harder and harder to recognise. Eventually it was decided that i should give up and i took the subway.. sigh.. such a cop out. My getting lost did have one positive.. it amused my friend immensly.. which i see as a good thing (there had to be soemthing good)
My friend was lovely though and met me at the station.. where we brought nutella which fixed all problems- uber appreciated.. and then watched Troy which quite good.. the chicks were annoyingly pathetic though.. rather like in herculuse returns (only not as a satire) and i cant help but wonder if Achillies really would have liked to be rememberd as a tendon in ones leg, and as a part of weakness (ie. achillies heel) rather than just a hard core hero..
oh.. i have finally caught up on the chaser goss.. and saw the whole scene from the APEC thing.. it was fantastic.. i am so proud that i come from somewhere where that happened (well maybe not that the cops were pathetic) but that the chaser can get paid to do that.. thats awesome.. i want to do that.. well id probably prefer to work in PR for some weapons manufacturing firm.. but hey.. you need more than one option ;)

anyways the whole point of this blog is to say im heading home.. within a week and a bit.. although i will be buggered so be kind please.. lol.. i do not want to have to repeat the same stories as on my blog over and over lol.. there are others, they will probably pop up in like 3months over breakkie. (when i work out what the føæk i used to eat for breakkie.. i still have no smegging idea.. )

and thats all folks.. im in need of sleep.. i had slightly more exercise today than expected wandering town..