Getting closer to the end of the trip, Caby and I decided to go into town one last time for Jollibees and candy. There was an American snacks kiosk in one of the shopping centers that we visited for the first time, and Caby rediscovered the wonders of Toxic Waste, a ridiculously sour hard candy that genuinely had me in pain when I tried it. (I then proceeded to have more of it.)
Beyond that, we mostly chilled. I caught some LockPickingLawyer videos (leading to the aforementioned Beaver-filling video), and then we sat downstairs in the lounge with her mom, watching Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit and eating crumpets. It is possibly the single most British experience I had on the entire trip.
Since we weren't able to have a call on day sixteen, we decided to have a make-up call that more people could attend that night. The group played more Gartic Phone, and someone discovered another activity called Jamspace, which allows everyone to doodle on a big virtual whiteboard. The results were, well, chaotic.
If you don't know what you're looking at, Lince is smoking that dirt and Cramble drew blunts in everyone's mouths. Caby made more serious efforts to doodle piggos, but Cramble kept giving them all marijuana.
I was definitely looking forward to getting home, though, all things considered. I'd been saying in the chat how the trip rejuvenated me, how much of a relief it was to finally have proven several of our real-life fears about not getting along, not being attractive to each other, never getting to meet completely wrong. I knew getting home, things were going to be a lot nicer moving forwards (and they have, I'd say!). Not to mention, while I didn't exactly want to leave, I had been living out of my luggage for a few weeks now, and that's never exactly the peak of comfort.
Worth it, though. Not a day passes that I don't fantasize about going back.