So i'm now sitting in Nairobi airport waiting to finish my leg home. Thankfully, I am in aslightly better airport now. The previous was surreal. The pilot wore flip flops, step ladders led you to the 10 person plane and we stopped twiced. Like a bus. The pilot had no idea who was flying where and simply asked us where we were going. haha. And this is a reuptable company... I probably should worry more but I've experienced so much in the last month my senses feel overloaded and I am shattered.
Looking back on the last month, I wonder if anything about me has changed. Everyone says you go on these trips and come back a different person. I don't think I am.
I havn't seen poverty and suddenly realised the plight of people because I was already aware of that. I already spent alot of time thinking about these people.
I'm not coming back with a heart either because I already went with a heart.
I am coming back with a whole host of new experiences but I definitely havn't found myself or any of that crap. I know now that I can somehow make myself around a country and survive - be it only almost. I've coped for a month on my own and I feel quite proud of that. Especially when I think back to about 2 years ago. My life was in a completely different place then and I feel happy. I am ready to go home now. I want to shower for everybodys benefit, I want to sleep, I want to eat food that doesn't put me on the toilet for the next 2 hours and i want to sort out my very burnt skin.