And now, that really is the end. Five weeks, 27,000 miles, 3 star, 4 star and 5 star hotels, villas, an apartment, cafes, take-aways, coffee shops, restaurants, planes, trains, boats, a Snot and an awful lot of photographs, and we're home - tanned but exhausted.
Somewhere too, in the middle of that, I gained a Brother-in-Law, which was in fact the real reason for the trip. But I hate weddings, so I’m not writing about that. I’ll stick to planes and hotels – they’re much more interesting.
