The adventures of high heels and backpacks........

I’m back….

So, I started this post weeks ago when my sea-mail parcel that I packed up in Vietnam arrived and I was feeling a little nostalgic (not sure if enough time has passed to be able to legitimately use the word nostalgic but hey ho – that’s how I was feeling), but as with normal life, which I am now back to, other things seem to get in the way….

Unbelievably, it is three months this Thursday since I got back from my travels…. It’s true what they say, time actually does fly.

When I first got back, I was actually ok in terms of post-travelling blues….. I’m typically a sufferer of holiday blues when I get back from holidays (aren’t we all?), but I think because I genuinely felt ready to come home, I was fine…… two weeks later though, and I was wishing I hadn’t come back and I was still chilling on a Thai beach with a bucket of Sangsom and sprite in hand – as predicted by many. I was wrong, you were right.

Luckily, I had a week’s holiday to Ibiza planned with friends Rachel and Lucinda. Yes, 2011 is the year of the holiday.

Ibiza was AMAZING. By the way, packing for Ibiza was the polar opposite of packing for travelling – which meant I found the biggest suitcase I could, filled it with clothes and shoes, and then only wore about one third of what I packed! I’d never really thought of myself as an Ibiza girl – that has now changed….

We weren’t even planning a complete blow-out as we wanted to do some relaxing too which we did manage to do… as well as all the other must-do Ibiza things… sunset at Café Mambo and Café Del Mar, The Zoo Project on the Saturday (basically a outdoor party where everyone dresses up in animal print – lots of body paint – and parties outdoors in a park/zoo type place) Space on Sunday, Pacha on the Monday night hosted by Swedish House Mafia and also a couple of low-key nights drinking jugs of Pimms overlooking the beautiful landscape of the White Isle. See – I’m a total convert and I’ll be back again next year hopefully. (Even though I’ve said that about most of the places I’ve been)

What nobody pre-warned us about though was the total come-down when you get back… like actually being gutted to be home and wanting to go back and live there forever!! Haha! That lasts about a week and then you start to recover. Be warned. I had to pay many a visit to Rachel’s house for a hug!!

 Now, I’m just about back in the swing of things; I’ve moved house and framed the Buddhist paintings I bought in Laos and put them up and they look amazing… a lovely reminder of all the places I visited and carried them around with me in my backpack…

 And…. Erika is just back too so can’t wait to meet up with her this week to reminisce … ahhhh the memories. After successfully travelling through Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos and Malaysia together, this weekend is the turn of Nottingham!!

Anyway, think I might continue this blog, it’s quite therapeutic….. and we’ve got Christmas round the corner – Yipeeeeeee. Suppose I’ll have to change the ‘About Me’ shpeil – although I’m not as exciting any more!

 Heth xxx