DAY 24 - This is it.

It all started pretty much like a normal day. I got up at a normal time, had breakfast, packed my things (that doesn't take long) and got my ass out of there. I'd be back in the afternoon, however, to listen to the progress of the Brewers in their first ever match in league football.

I really couldn't think of anything to do, and my 3-day pass on the Metro ran out before the 3 days had finished, which pissed me off enough to throw it in the bin there and then. That was the previous night, and I'm thinking now if it was just a faulty machine. I didn't really want to pay for the Metro again since I had nowhere to go except the airport.

I spent most of my time wandering the streets in a daze. It's hard to believe that my epic journey is over, but after spending nearly £2,000 (flights, accommodation, spending money, everything), I think my bank account needs a rest. For a year at least.

So I eventually grabbed the nearest Metro and whizzed off to the airport to check in. I thought I'd be tired with travelling so late, but I didn't feel too bad, initially. I thought that 24 days of backbreaking sightseeing would be the end of me, but I felt pretty fresh, surprisingly. Unsurprisingly, there was a lengthy delay, first in just getting people on the plane, then air traffic control wouldn't let us turn on our engines. What? Anyway, eventually I arrived on British soil, feeling a lot more tired than I was. My dad met me at the airport, and we made the late, late journey home.

That's it. As soon as something else interesting happens, I'll report, but frankly, I'm a bit blogged out now...