◎ Because the world is round
it turns me on.
♒ Because the wind is high
it blows my mind.
☁ Because the sky is blue
it makes me cry.

I have been playing a game in airports  as far back as I can remember… You look at passengers and guess their destination.  On the first leg of the journey, I start off by guessing which passengers end their journey in the layover country I’ll be stopping in. Usually my layover country is the Netherlands - the accents are a dead give away and so is the height, think tall Danes..  Then on to the businessmen carrying only handluggage and the young folks on a stoner vacation. The rest is all about small hints,  conversation you just happen to overhear *cough*cough* and passports and guidebooks in hands.
This time it’s not the case. I am flying with Turkish Airlines (apparently, Europe’s finest airline - so far I am not  impressed) which gifts me my first Istanbul layover. Not many businesses men and a much more eclectic bunch. A group of Swedish women on a girls trip,  a few families going “home” and half a plane filled middle aged men in shirts and trousers. I can feel I am very out of practice. A twelve year old me would be proud to be done by now and I have half given up,  convincing myself “I am too old for these games anyways!”

Known them, dad?

Known them, dad?

Sitting next to my uncle. Waiting to see home after 5 years. Soo excited!
Dad: What do you need a swimsuit for?

Dad: What do you need a swimsuit for?

The randomness of Africa.

So Ndoros has been telling me I have to meet his close friend, a businessman named Raj, whom will accompany us to Mwanza. An hour before check in time Raj has yet to arrive at our meet up spot in town - his excuse being he forgot his passport. A few seconds before panic time this mysterious Raj fellow shows up. Turns out it is the same Raj that I went to ISM with for 5 years. The same Raj that always forgot his pen or book at school. See you in a second, Mwanza!

Tanzanian breakfast at work

Tanzanian breakfast at work

Had a terrible night of tossing and turning but it all made a lot of sense when I woke up a saw I have been sleeping on a Man U matress!

Had a terrible night of tossing and turning but it all made a lot of sense when I woke up a saw I have been sleeping on a Man U matress!

I was sent here to exchange some money but I don’t trust anything named Nixon.

I was sent here to exchange some money but I don’t trust anything named Nixon.

  • Here everyones emotions seems heightened with the Obama visit, Egypts mess and Mandelas critical condition. A entire continent is on edge.
I am learning to drive the same place I learnt to walk. Who is told ‘watch out for that baboon’ when being taught to parrel park?