well..that was what was suppose to happen. but it didnt go that way.

anyway. We travel for TWELVE hours. I dont think our family is suppose to travel at normal times. We have NO idea where the time went and how come it took us so long. (average time is 9 hours and thats when we take a 2 hours ferry ride which is furthest north, this time we took the eurotunnel...)

anyway, left at 5pm and got "home" at 5am (saturday morning)

then 11.30 was the town hall reception (we went for a wedding)

then 6.30 was the walimah/nika, home in the early hours of the night, bed, next day, woke up, got ready to go. Most of everyone got ready to go. Wedding over. So my cousin and my aunt (two different families) going together. Then this other english family (the mum creeped the life out of me in the town hall -.- )and then us, the thing with "us" was that we were guetting another passenger, my dad's bro. and we have a seven seater. So that meant no extra space for luggage. I'm on holidays so i decided to stay, mum did istikharaa and in the end i stayed. (the plus side of having your own passport (Y) )

so that was my 30hrs prolonged.

I stayed, had fun, busted muscles, embarassed myself in my dependancy, laughed, felt sad blah blah blah blah.

It was horrible having to wear dresses and pocketless trousers because all the clothes you brought were to look pretty and be quiet. Not to run around in a field kicking a football as hard as you could. Thank God i brought trainers at least

i need to upload pics...