Flying Home

As I write this I’m still very much still here in Kenya. But I’m getting ready to fly!

I’m working right up to the last minute though. yesterday lunch time I had a couple of visitors whom I wanted to meet each other before I left because I think they might benefit from working together. And I’d planned to visit a friend’s home in the afternoon but while we sat sipping tea my boss the principal came in with some more urgent work.

I decided to cancel my afternoon trip; I wanted the chance to sit peacefully and write the letter Sister P. had asked for, not to do it in a rush. And I wanted some more time for packing. By the evening, though, packing had become a bit opressive: I had found diaries and journals from when I first arrived and sometimes it’s just nice to be sure of exactly what it is you’re throwing away; I drank a Scotch, put on some appropriate music and started playing with graphics software for the updated logo.

I’m not generall someone who becomes emotionally attached to places and Tala (described by a fellow volunteer as ‘that shithole’) is no exception. I have noticed a kind of sadness when Im at home making preparations to leave, but it seems to be an appropriate feeling and therefore I can enjoy the sadness. I’ve made some very good friends here and met some astonishing people whom I’d rather not start to “miss“, so we’re all making arrangements to stay in touch; it’s a small Internet. Hopefully some of them are reading this blog! Welcome to my extended parlour. Now write a comment!

9 Comments

  1. Lydia Says:

    It suddenly seems like you’ve only just gone to Kenya and now you’re coming back. Wonder if I’ll see a difference in you when I see you. Travel safely.

  2. Mark Says:

    Funny how short two years can seem, isn’t it. but then sometimes I marvel at how short eleven years seemed too.

    I wonder if I’ll see any difference in ‘home’ when I get there. We had a leaving celebration dinner last night, very nice too. And Im killin’ time here in Nairobi til its time to head to the airport now. People keep saying things like:

    “So, you’re going home!”

    And I wonder where and what ‘home’ is for me now.

  3. Tyg Says:

    Drew says his last comment should have been on THIS page .. Flying home da-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa

    We’re having a guess-the-party-password competition … I tried AELVRIC 8) haha! I REMEMBERED!, but it didn’t work 0) Drew’s going all “oh, maybe LINDY or CHARLESTON or DRBITTERJUG or …” 😕

    Saw Andy this morning as he was down in LSE teaching our kiddies aerials for their show (and Drew and I are doing aerials ourselves tomorrow), and he said you’re doing LA SANTA! I’m soooooooooooooooooooo jealous!!!!! They’re taking you away just as you come back!!!! Oh well, we’re going to be doing workshops with Johnny Lloyd then instead, so there 😛

    Can’t wait to give you BIG LOVE and HUGS :7

    Tyg

  4. Lydia Says:

    Home, as Elvis Costello, said, is where anywhere you lay your hat. Honey, hugs from me. If the world seems unfamiliar just remember that you are loved and valued and place is irrelevant to love.

  5. mark Says:

    just landed! it’s 6 something local time in cold heathrow. ive 2 pairs of trousers on and paid a quid to use this kiosk but no email from ray or penny so usig up cred with this post

    see u all soon

    capt spalding

  6. Mark Says:

    Hi Again, this time in the eveing, Im sittig at Penny’s house with a cup of tea and some toast, celery, black olives and processed cheese spread! Yum.

    What a hectic day 8o

    Ray and Penny arrived in the airport as I was writing the comment above. We went and fetched the key to the place in london where my belongings are stashed, went and got the stuff, packed it somehow into the minivan, went and dropped the keys and then my brother, who had been up since 3.45am and driving all day, drove us back to Norwich and, together with my Niece, we unpacked.

    Since then Ive been pottering about with things in bags; some from Kenya and others from some other previous life. A good deal of it needs to be thrown away. We shal see.

    Somehow diring the last few days (and remember, I slept only for about an hour last night) I’ve been finding it hard to imagine that I’m not returning to Tala and the life which has become familiar there in a few days. Now I’m sitting here browsing with Mozilla v1.5.01 which I downloaded in a minute or so with Broadband and listening to the washing machine spinning the excess water out of my recently dirty clothes. I’m wearing a woolen jumper and jeans. These are things I can remember doing before, I can remember them being commonplace; but today they are novelties.

    “What would you like to eat?”, Penny asked me.
    “?”, I replied, helpfully.
    “I have celery…”
    “Oh! Celery!”
    “… olives, cheese spread…”
    “oh! olives!”
    “Black olives, they’re not fresh, they’re in a jar but…”
    “Oh! Cheese spread!”, I’m excited by this time.
    Penny has learned that I need to be left alone for a while to admire the exotic contents of her refrigerator.

    The temperature here today, as reported on the all-digital dashboard my brother’s Renault minivan was about 2 degrees C. I’ve a pair of long running pants on under my jeans which I have been wearing all day since I put them on I the airport, like long-johns. The inside of the car and, for a while also the inside of this house just after the central heating kicked in, tastes or smells or feels oddly strange to me. Artifically heated air is yet another novelty for me and one which makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. I wanted to open the window to breath fresh cold air.

    But I’m adjusting. (“Andjusting”)

    Those of you in Kenya waiting for SMS from my British mobile number had better wait a little longer. My SIM somehow expired while I was away; I can get old numbers from the phone book but Orange have disowned me (depite a large poster in the airport promising me that by choosing Orange I was becoming part of some kind of global alliance which would keep me in touch).

  7. jan Says:

    hi it was a good hit to see you and talk to you this am .. love and hugs Jan and Steve xx

  8. Tyg Says:

    Hey Pyglet,

    CALL sometime – or give me a number I can call. Want to hear your voice …

    HUGS from Tyg and the Minister of Manipulation

  9. Will Says:

    50 50 chance of making it. Hope all is well mate.