Waking From The Adventure

Well, ‘the list part one’ suggests perhaps a follow up but I realised I’d probably end up listing everything I’ve already told you…

Returning to England was curious, not a wonderful welcome of familiarity but seemed a somewhat sharp shock of bland.  All the signs in the airport were announced only in one language (of course, why do we need to have it in any other language when everyone obviously knows English, right?).  This is a reminder that Britain becomes lazy with other languages because of a lack of needing to know other languages.  I think that’s a bad thing.

Suddenly the conversations around me weren’t exotic and mysterious because I couldn’t understand them; they were all about parents telling off their kids, men talking business, couples asking the other if they remembered to pack the toothpaste…

I waited in the cold damp weather for the coach to take me to Bristol .  After weeks of scorching heat I thought I’d be appreciative of this but it was far from comforting.  Just as I was thinking (and not for the first time) that I should have accidentally-on-purpose missed my flight, the chortling friendly bus driver makes fun at my battered travel worn bus ticket in his dashing English accent (I’m sure after a couple of days of being surrounded by British accents its novelty will soon wear off!).  He heaves my bag into the luggage storage and says ‘welcome back!’.  I can’t help but smile.

So now I’m back, as if awoken from some crazy dream and I’m sure real life will come with a bit of a bump; but that will be it’s own Adventure.

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