22.4.2008

Stuck in airports

Lucky that I enjoy airports, watching people arrive and depart because I have now spent 3 days at airports. I arrived in Sydney yesterday around 2pm and Irene whom I had met in Goa at Purple Valley came to pick me up. We went to her apartment in west Sydney whilst she worked a little and I rested. As I have no idea about the time zones anymore I couldn't even figure out how tired I need to be, instead slept for an hour. We then had long chats and cooked up a dinner for ourselves. Irene is Greek so she put together a great Greek salad with feta and olives (finally real stuff!)

Anyway, then it was 5am wake up to return back to the airport. I am now in Christchurch, like New Zealand very much and the kiwis. I'm sat at the café facing the runway watching planes arrive and take-off. Who knows where these people are all going and why? But if anything I feel pretty spaced out. It's 13 degrees and very sunny so at least it's a warm welcome. It'll be the Anzak day on Friday so the whole nation seems to be making the most of this week flying around!

I think my soul is definitely stuck somewhere and have some time to catch up with me as I feel very numb and spaced out, removed from what is happening around me. I have managed to make the final changes to my tickets to Australia and Japan so it feels like this is a great zone to make decisions with no thinking behind it.

I also realised how lucky I was for the past 6-7 months in a country of a different language. I had no choice but to be with myself as I couldn't understand what people were conversing about around me. And yet since arriving in Sydney there has been constant noise, people's conversations, announcements, TVs and whole buzziness…I now have to make a conscious choice to turn it all off. It's been extra effort to read my book and actually understand it with all this noise.

My feet are getting used to the shoes, as my body to the clothes

Well, soul-less entry. It is what it is! Very present and quiet inside…