I'm off to the airport in roughly six hours. I'm very happy to be going home. I normally don't get homesick. However, when it deals with something that wasn't really decision to go to, something that you were nearly forced to go to, it's kind of hard situation to deal with.
You try to find the best in the trip though. I met a lot of interesting people. Most of them good, only a minor percentage I considered "bad."
Island hopping was a bit of a drag in some parts. I hated how a lot of the guides said to us, "Okay so after a six hour hike up a volcano, we are going back to the hotel, and you must be out in ten minutes to go snorkeling." I'm that type of person who likes to take their time, to sniff out everything that is presented to me. As much as I love snorkeling and motion, there are times where you need to settle down. I'm not complaining or anything, but that's just how I work.
I guess I'm pretty complicated.
Shit, I'm actually pretty tired right now. And I still need to take a shower.
