Dad came knocking at 5 and I had a shower and got ready to leave. Lots of last minute things i didn't do - like finish the last bit of cleaning my room but oh well. Actually in true form I forgot my medical forms, I even had them on the kitchen table and everything but it's okay, I can get dad to fax them through.
I hugged mum goodbye and she started to cry, I teared up a bit but didn't until dad mentioned it on the plane and I had a little cry. Dad awkwardly sat there wondering why. What a male.
The flight was short and painless and before we had even levelled out i the sky we were decending towards Sydney.
The sunrise over Canberra was absolutely beautiful.
I didn't have to wait long before the plane from Sydney to LA was open for boarding and a rather attractive guy sat next to me. Very Australian and not my type but he was nice enough.
Suddenly it went from being 3 am sydney time to 6 or 7 am US time. But I think i'm getting that wrong.
I'm going to say Saigon airport was far nicer than LAX but oh well. A nice man who worked there directed me to the domestic terminal but then asked if i had any change - that's when i remembered the Americans work for tips. I gave him 20 cents Australian and felt a little bad.
I decided to spend some money on a pass to a lounge because i'd be spending the next 10 hours of my life in the airport. It was safe and there was "free" food and internet.
8:40pm - Minor earthquake. It looked like the glass would break it wobbled so much. A lady came in to check on us and one of the men sitting here goes "that's California for you"
Arrived at Dulles Airport and was greeted by one of the work men at camp.
I told myself i'd write in my journal everyday but it goes kinda like
Camp Rim Rock day 1
Camp Rim Rock day 2
Camp Rim Rock day 3
Camp Rim Rock day 15?
and then there's a whole 2 months between that and a short catch up.
and I ended my summer in Choctaw and granny panties...
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