6dpo and I’m not going to mention the breast tenderness a few days ago, the cramping the last couple or the nausea at the moment. Completely unrelated I’m sure and well we don’t want to jinx anything, do we ;-).
The good news is K’s camp next weekend has been cancelled so at least we get to be together with the news, good or bad.
On to the questions – today’s question comes from A:
What’s the best trip you’ve ever taken? It can be local or international.
This would definitely have to have been our Round the World in 30 Days holiday we took nearly 2 years ago. K’s best friend was getting married in England so we took a month of work each and packed as much in as possible!
We started with 3 nights in Tokyo where K got to practise her Japanese, we went to Disneyland, and made friends with some Japanese students who gave us a tour of one of the temples. We then flew to London where we stayed with K’s friend, then my brother and his family for a while and caught up with some other good friends at the same time which was great.
Then we flew to Rome where we joined a bus tour for 10 days. Among other things we visited the Vatican in Rome; took a gondala ride on one of our anniversaries in Venice; visted an island palace at Baveno in the Italian Lakes; went up a really scary gondala to the top of a mountain in Lucerne, Switzerland only to have the weather close in so we couldn’t see our hands (but there were random marmots); then Paris where we saw the Mona Lisa, went part way up the Eiffel Tower and saw topless dancing ladies where we came across a random group of kiwis waiting in line in front of us who suddenly broke out singing ‘Pokarekare Ana’ (a very famous Maori song and very odd to hear halfway round the round all of a sudden).
From there it was back to London, then up to Edinburgh for a few days where we hunted ancestors, then down to Melmerby in the Lakes District where the wedding was (and where we stayed with Mrs Doubtfire’s twin!)
We had a couple more days back in London, then flew to LA and Samoa. I was befriended at Heathrow airport by an ex-pat kiwi who claimed to have played Temuera Morrison’s son in Star Wars. He was very lovely and extremely chatty but I didn’t buy the actor line. Anyway, K ended up being horribly sick on the flight and he turned up again at baggage claim and made himself very useful helping me grab our luggage. Seriously, I don’t know how I would have coped with a barely conscious K and our 4 massive suitcases. I googled him a few months ago and found out that he wasn’t full of shit, his name is Daniel Logan and he did actually play the young Boba Fett and he had also been on NZ TV heaps when he was a kid – we both remembered him instantly when we saw pics of him as a kid. So now I feel guilty for not believing him at the time lol.
Anyway – our last few days was spent in Samoa, no fancy resorts just a family run place at the tip of Upolu island in a traditional fale 10m from the water. We snorkelled, slept or ate pretty much the whole time, we were so exhausted.
All in all, it was the perfect trip – time exploring on our own, with a tour group, with family, with friends, best friend’s wedding, rushing around doing touristy things, sitting on a beach doing nothing – awesome!