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They think it’s all over… because it actually is. We are now far, far away from the exotic (or at the very least, quite a way away) lands in which we travelled, and are back in London town full of its rudeness and internet cafes we can actually afford.

As this blog was supposed to be a travel blog (although this definition, we know, has been disputed), and our travels have come to an end, it should be obvious to all that this blog is going the same way. We are at a loss as to how to end this blog of a grand THIRTEEN posts (we know, we’re impressed with the vast quantity of our writing too) so thought we’d make a catchy list of our favourite days of the last month for you to enjoy. And if you don’t enjoy it, we reckon its only coz you’re jealous.

We may only have been travelling for a month, but for our whole lives we’ll never forget…

· The day we met someone openly pro-Bush.
· The day someone told C she looked like Lindsey Lohan (she couldn’t look less like Lindsey Lohan).
· The day the seats on an overnight train collapsed on our heads and we nearly died.
· The day we met a member of the French aristocracy who told me I couldn’t marry him as my father couldn’t pay a €1 million dowry.
· The day we spent €10 on two bread rolls that tasted of lavender, and as such, were inedible and we had to throw away despite desperate attempt to salvage them with Nutella’s less than tasty Italian cousin ‘La Crema’.
· The day Charlotte contracted a parasitic skin disease: ring worm.
· The day we went to hospital in Venice with Charlotte’s ring worm and were told by the man in casualty reception: “If you spoke Italian I’d understand”. We thought this obvious.
· The day we stood next to a Neanderthal child in the queue for the Reichstag who C got scarily close to hitting and only didn't because she thought it might hinder her aspirations to teach children.
· The day some Canadians told us we “sounding really clever” because we “spoke like we were writing a descriptive essay” as we used words like “novelty”.
· The day an American told us Mr Bean was American, swiftly followed by: “you have a British version of The Office?”
· The day we were told that ‘Charlotte’ meant toilet in Polish.
· The day we ran (literally) away from some (more) annoying Australian men in Croatia.
· The day we survived a 16 hour overnight (and overday) train which I spent cutting dead skin off my feet with a pen knife I have affectionately, and much to Charlotte's disgust, named 'Penny'.
· The day we were told, very angrily (as one might expect) by the hostel manager, George, that we had very nearly burnt down his hostel and I laughed in his face.
· The day we nearly died of hunger in the Vatican.

You never know, we might think of some more and add them in days, weeks (and hopefully not years) to come - although, we concede, the chances of this are slim.

All there is left to say now is thank you to the very small amount of people who have read this blog over the last month or so... and we do hope you don't miss our excessive use of brackets too much.

K and C xxx