A few weeks ago, coming home was something to look forward to. Then the days started dwindling. From shooting Slenderman in Carlisle, walking down Times Square in New York, encountering the "interesting" locals in San Fran to having some of the best days of the entire trip in Vegas... it changed. It's probably the same with a two-week holiday in Magaluf. By the time you realise your flight home is the next day, you can think of nothing worse than going home.
Then you actually get home.
Hope you enjoy the last few pictures of what we got up to.
And thank you for reading.
