my last flight of the year!

i sit here, and ignore the idea of checking for things i have forgotten to pack; its ok i will do it later! lol,
so it is coming up to my last flight of the year and i sit here, feeling sorry for mim to have put up with four males in one flat. its the idea that i will be waking up at 'home' which shocks me most! both the fact that i will actually be in England, and there to stay, but also that tomorrow is an new country to me (or feels that way as been away so long).

as i have been scarily surprised by who reads these, i am sorry for the random waffle often found on here. but you have chosen to read this, so i maybe we can share the blame.

luckily i have an friend who has a few similar of my major experiences, mainly in africa, and as we are talking both of us have realised that we have changed, but mainly in ways that aren't seen day to day. i hadn't really been able to put things into words, especially when been talking to josh about random things. everything and nothing, with all the cracks in between; making sure that we leave no stone unturned. Albania has been a great time for thinking through my year and i am glad of all the space i have had here.

these last few days have been great, sunday was church (both Durres and Sukth) and monday was going to see Ali Kali and his horse; sadly we didn't see the whole show but this is it! an link from a friends previous visit :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsSGKCio_sA
with tuesday an day of cafes and views as we visited Tirana (capital city) and went there by public transport. of the fun of making your own way to places.

today is our last day, and i am sad to be leaving; as life here has just started becoming normal. but I'm off to my final destination, so today was visit a few shops and the post office; then onto missionary lane to say goodbye to an few friends that we have made and to the people of the CEF office here.

now i leave you in our final moments to build up the return of besi from an long day before we return to my penultimate airport for the year. or even longer, that's one strange feeling as they have become something i do in my sleep (or is that sleep in :S).

Tirana; Gatwick here i come