Where The Heart Is...

I don't think that anything can beat the feeling that you get when you step out of the airport, that initial hit that you get from the atmosphere is completely brilliant. It's when you first get the kick out of being somewhere new or the relief of coming home. I had that relief recently when I walked out of Jomo Kenyatta international airport in Nairobi (admittedly it was shortly followed by the sense of foreboding as I looked at the queue to get out and spotted 5 cars which had already managed to drive  into each other). However as they say "home is where the heart is".

Usually I have a bit of time to psyche myself up for the lovely 8:30 hour flight back home, prep myself for the fact that the entertainment system won't work by downloading something, and eat beforehand to avoid the dreaded plane food. Unfortunately everything happened very quickly and I had to come home to recover from something so didn't have time to mentally prepare myself. And yep the TV wasn't working and the food was awful, but hey it's only 8 hours give or take. I don't know what I looked like when I got off the plane but if the passport control guys face was anything to go by then it must have been interesting (I'm imagining a mixture of Edward scissorhands and cousin it after being attacked with a hair dryer but I guess we will never know).

After tackling the joys of Nairobi rush hour (drive how you like as long as there are no police and the bigger your car the more arguments you win) and my dad filling me in on his work in Somalia and Naivasha and how I was more than welcome to drive my car but currently 9 times out of 10 it just stops (for no reason) I finally made it home to my unroadworthy car, crazy dogs and even crazier family. It didn't take me too long to slip back into my home comforts, my jewelry increased, my kikoy trousers came on and my shoes came off. The only thing missing was a Tusker in my hand but hey apparently I am on a 6 month alcohol cleanse (eek!!) easy here - not so easy in the UK! But that won't stop me from watching my mates succumb to the horrors of the Safari vodka I bring back to them (you guys know who you are and all I can say to you is - Good Luck!!)