Really feeling like our adventure has started sitting at the airport waiting for our flight to the world of seeing Orangutans, swimming with sharks, climbing rumbling volcanoes, eating unimaginable things off street stalls, no housework or washing or gardening for 4 weeks etc etc. But was sparked this feeling apart from being at the airport we have no phones, which does seem kinda of wierd not being able to phone Finlay and tell him we have seats and are here, but a great feeling of freedom and even better the boys are not staring at phones, yahoo holidays here we come...

So far very uneventful, got here with 4 hours to go, train was all on time. I think we were the first to check in! Anyway got seats together and we are now sitting in the departure lounge o Gatwick south terminal. I have killed 2 hours, eating lunch, buying a bottle of gin and trying on about 100 pairs of sunglasses, none of which I am prepared to buy. I stink of a mix of perfumes. Done all the shops on the top half of the lounge. Round 2 bottom half.

Marcus already getting frustrated as he cant log onto wifi in the airport with his kindle Fire. He has told me he has a headache I/ am sure it must be withdrawel symptoms from not having a phone. Oh hell he has just got on!!