Well, I'm back in Turin. Back in a real house, where the people are familiar, the rooms and private, the beds are single storied, and the showers aren't filled with the hair of strangers. Altough it was sad to leave London, I'm glad that my hostel hopping is finally over. I had a real dinner tonight (as opposed to the wedges and tom sauce that I've had every other night in Londonin the interests of saving money - they were only £2.50) and now am settled down for an evening of watching whatever I want to on TV while the others are in bed. Brilliant and cruisy and lovely to know that tomorrow there is no obligation to get up at heinous times or sit on a bus for hours on end!

Anyway, let's cast our minds back to London where I left you. I believe the last thing I wrote about was my museum and Harrods day, which means that I have lots left to tell you! Most importantly, Matt and I got highly cultural ad went to see two West End musicals - Wicked on Tuesday night and Billy Elliot on Wednesday night. Wicked was the best and most amazing thing that I ave ever seen, and was surely one of the highlights of my WHOLE trip so far. It was incredible! If you're ever in a place where it's showing, please please go and you will not regret it. Billy Elliot was different. The movie isn't a musial, but the show was (with music written by Elton John) so it differed from what I knew. Also I think that having seen Wicked with this incredible surreal and enchanted looking set, the set of Billy Elliot which obviously has to be lifelife seemed a bit blah. That otwithstanding, the set was still really well done and the boy that played Billy was a stunning dancer and singer and all around person-that-we-love-to-hate, and the show was really funny. Although I think that Wicked was better, I'd recommed Billy Elliot too I think.

Yesterday before Billy, I decided that it would be a cruisy day of wandering the steets (namely Oxford, for obvious reasons). But once I'd started I realised that it sucked because I didn't have any money to spend on clothes so really, depressingly, shopping was pointless. So I wandered down to Buckingham Palace again for a good look, because ast time I was there was during the changing of the guards and you couldn't really see anything. So I was just casually peering through the gates of the palace when the gates started to open! All these people were crowding around but I managed to get to the front to see what was happening and then a few police cars came out and in the middle of them was two black cars and apparenty in one was Princess Anne. But. And this is a big BUT. I saw inside the other one. It was Harry. As in, cute and redheaded and brother of Willim and son of Diana and royal. THe real thing. So exciting! That basically completed my London experience, I think.Then I pranced off to Trafalgar Square and caught the underground to Caamden, where I wandered in the sun and visited the London Zoo so that I could see the exact spot where the boa constrictor scene in Harry Potter and the Phiosopher's Stone was filmed. No, I'm not obsessed. It was a nice, if unusually quiet day.

So now, like I said, I'm sitting on the couch in Turin. Panicking slightly, because I planned on sending a whole lot of winter clothing home because my bag will be overweight otherwise, butvit turns out that shipping is insanly epensive! AHHH! I don't know what I'm going to do about that... Maybe do a mass clothing throwaway.

Guys, this time in like, three days (actuall less than that) I will be in Dubai with my family! Lame that my European adventure will be over, but getting home will be a dream and Dubai's hot weather will be lush.

So probably the next time you hear from me will be from an internet cafe in hot, sunny Dubai. Woop!