Reverse Culture Shock

I find that coming back to the UK is often more of a culture shock than arriving in Africa. This could be because of the lack of smiley faces in London this morning, the unhelpful attitude of the people in rail ticket office (my flight had got in much earlier than expected so my pre-booked tickets had me waiting for 2 hours for my train home) or maybe just the grey overcast morning that I had arrived in. It made me want to turn right round and fly back out to Africa.

Despite the lack of sleep, which I am sure did not help my state of mind, I am genuinely pleased to be back and with a host of memories about the school expedition.

So, "when I was in Africa...."