and got taken to some more island dancing, where I got up on stage with the dancers (one of whom was very talented indeed) and gave it some good booty shaking.
I was told I was very good, but then I had been practising (in private) since seeing it the other day and also, as I was cycling back from the beach the next day, I went past all the village ladies practising their specific village dance for the Gospel day on Monday, so I joined in and had a go. You have to keep your shoulders still, whilst waggling your bottom for all it's worth. I am apparently a natural, which comes as a surprise since I am so utterly rubbish at all other dancing (trophy for being worse a worse ballerina than the disabled one being just one example).
So on my last but one night I went clubbing, to about 5 different clubs, as you can see here:
and the last night Nick, my hosts cousin took me for a lovely meal before very kindly giving me a lift to the airport.
From then on it was not quite so good... a 9 hour flight to LA (and what a total shithole that place still is! you cant even get internet access there! I mean they have better facilities in bloody Hanoi..... and that really IS the arsehole of the world!) and then a 5 hour wait before another 11 hour flight back to Heathrow!
My Mum met me which was just great... and I got to see all the neices and nephews today...and they had done me heartmeltingly gorgeous welcome home cards.
Good to be back... and nothings changed.... have I really been away?
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