It is with heavy hearts that we turn our tails to London. As the plane passes over the patchwork landscape of green parks and suburbs, I ponder about what I will miss most. Reading the Metro on the tube definitely became one of my highlights. We had become so accustomed to that routine we felt like we…
The air in London tastes different. It sticks more to the tongue than the dry air in South Africa, but it is not as thick as the air in Muscat. Signs and stores sped by on the underground that were entirely unfamiliar. My eyes were searching for signals of familiarity, something my eyes could recognise….
