Back to Life, Back to Reality...

Yesterday I arrived in Heathrow at 5.30am to a dark, foggy and -2 degree reception. Airplane seats are so uncomfortable that I’d slept an hour max and my body clock was seriously confused after experiencing three significantly different time zones in one week. But despite that, sleeping in my own bed, in a private room, wasn’t quite the thrill I’d imagined it would be after four months of hostel dorms. You quickly get used to sharing with potentially noisy, messy strangers because it’s the reason that backpackers can afford activities and to travel as long as possible. Though on the flip side I’m so glad to never have to eat noodles and crisps that taste like cardboard again. Food is very expensive in Australia and if you’re vegetarian the nomadic lifestyle makes it hard to buy healthy things like salad without eating cheap pasta… or the dreaded noodles everyday. Eating a tasty meal at home last night made the long journey worthwhile. I give it a week before I miss the traveller life.