There is nothing quite the feeling of coming to the end of a long journey to see a friendly face waiting to pick you up. This what happened to us this morning. Kellie, henceforth referred to as Kel, had got out of bed at the crak of dawn to pick us up. After the cramped and uncomfortable flight, seeing her nearly brought a tear to my eye and made me realise that the giant bar of diary milk we had boutght her in duty free would never truly show our gratitude.
Kellie is the lovely cousin of the lovey Hannah, with whom Ed and I had worked with on the ship. We met Kel last year when she sailed on the epic and I met her again in London when she was working there.
We made our way to her family home, sat on the couch for a few minutes talking then by 9.30 am Ed and I were in bed, catching up on some much needed sleep. We got up around 3 then headed to a hostel to dump our bags. Then headed for some drinks with kels work friends. She then dropped us off on the way to the airport for the 2nd time to pick her parents up who had just flown in from sydney.
Kel, you are a star, thanks.