A couple of hours after this photo was taken I fly out of Heathrow – time to go home. One month has passed and it’s gone both quickly and, in some ways, very slow.
Bec, Monica and I parted ways seven days ago. My last leg of travel (which was supposed to be London-Exeter-Bristol-London) was marred by a case of food poisoning on the third day. This resulted in never arriving in Bristol and spending days indoors in the other two destinations. Fortunately I was able to muster some energy to do little bits of London before time ran out.
I am ready to come home now. I have washing that needs doing, money that needs earning and loved ones who need seeing. Travel exhausts you in subtle ways and it catches up fast when you take a moment to stop.
But I’m not ready to come home. It’s hard to measure day by day the emotional value that you gain from travelling, but having reached the end (and browsing the catalogue of photos I’ve uploaded here) I find myself yearning to go back to favourite places, see new friends I’ve met and relive all the moments that are stuck in my mind. It’s impossible, but I want it all back and I want it all again. It’s a drug. That’s the thing about travel.
The picture where everything happened.
Apologies for not making a recent post. The last four days have been hindered by severe food poisoning. Today is my last full day in both London and Europe – I will endeavour to upload a selection of photos from the time I’ve had as an able bodied person to explore the city.
We did three cities in Poland: Warszawa, Gdansk and Krakow. Top, middle, bottom. Sea, plains, hills. Each are very different places with very different experiences to be had.
Warszawa is a stark juxtaposition of old soviet and western commerce. No city better portrays the difference in lifestyles that were led by two sides of the world only 25 years ago. Gdansk is much smaller – a historical port city that’s a tourist haven for Polish, Germans and Russians. Krakow is beautiful – one of few cities in the country with less damage after WWII.
Once you come to terms with the economy of cheap goods and services and a history of general misfortune, Poland shows itself to be a country growing up much faster than most westerners may realise -so often there are moments and places that feel like we’re at home.