I have returned.
I arrived at 10pm last night, and despite my many adventures I was quite looking forward to see my family again. I have never waddled along with my 65L rucksack so happily.
I thought London would be sickening to return to, but as soon as I got here I was reminded of its many graces. Direction signs. Tarmac road. Floorboards. Running tap water. Hot, pressurised showers!
I found it strange to sleep with a duvet cover on, it felt like rolling around in cotton wool. Eating plump chicken that had been roasted. Eating basmati rice. Hot water from the tap. Moths instead of malarial mosquitos. Having washing machine fresh underwear. 10L flushing toilet. Apple frickin pie for tea.
I don't know what to do with myself.
And then I look at my excessive wardrobe. God, what was I thinking.
Life was pretty f*ckin sweet in Tanzania, and all you needed to make yourself feel dandy was a bucket shower and a big plate of rice/ugali with maharaguay. I've never known the true meaning of excessive until now. I probably still don't, but I think I have a better idea.
Truly, I have lots more to say about the trip, what a mind trip it's been, but I think I need to reflect on things a bit more before I indulge you all in anecdotes and reflective thoughts.
I can probably say that I'm not the same person that left .
I arrived at 10pm last night, and despite my many adventures I was quite looking forward to see my family again. I have never waddled along with my 65L rucksack so happily.
I thought London would be sickening to return to, but as soon as I got here I was reminded of its many graces. Direction signs. Tarmac road. Floorboards. Running tap water. Hot, pressurised showers!
I found it strange to sleep with a duvet cover on, it felt like rolling around in cotton wool. Eating plump chicken that had been roasted. Eating basmati rice. Hot water from the tap. Moths instead of malarial mosquitos. Having washing machine fresh underwear. 10L flushing toilet. Apple frickin pie for tea.
I don't know what to do with myself.
And then I look at my excessive wardrobe. God, what was I thinking.
Life was pretty f*ckin sweet in Tanzania, and all you needed to make yourself feel dandy was a bucket shower and a big plate of rice/ugali with maharaguay. I've never known the true meaning of excessive until now. I probably still don't, but I think I have a better idea.
Truly, I have lots more to say about the trip, what a mind trip it's been, but I think I need to reflect on things a bit more before I indulge you all in anecdotes and reflective thoughts.
I can probably say that I'm not the same person that left .
1 comments:
wow, that's some nice little post ya got there aimi!
I can't wait to see you and your expected tan, I get to see the bran new aimi for myself :D
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