Going to bed before 9pm... I really must be sick. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Back in Melbs and back to the day-to-day... sigh. 

The journey home from PNG was all going well until fucking Virgin moved me at the last minute from a window seat at the front to a middle seat in the very back row. To add insult to injury, I'm stuck between two huge, fat dudes and have crying kids in the three rows in front. Ugh, ugh. UGH. 

Last night in PNG. Soooooo not ready to leave my Goroka family!  :(

Most amazing farewell party - our house meri, Christina, took me to the chicken market and we bought Petrova and Posy, then Christina and her husband John made mambu (chicken and greens stuffed in bamboo and cooked over a fire). Delicious!! Will be so sad to leave Goroka on Friday. 

Yes, I've named all the chickens I've eaten here. Penelope, Pippa Middleton, Petrova and Posy. They were all delicious. 

They're showing Speed. Again.

We just watched it on Sunday and the girls complained most of the way through at the lack of believability. Don't think I can convince them to watch it again.

Damn.

Tonight's dinner conversation was conducted entirely in German... needless to say, I was very quiet.

(My host is German and our dinner guest is also German and doesn't speak much English)