I was reminiscing the other day about my levels and excitement and enthusiasm before my first trip to Egypt. How proud I was being able to phone my big bro James in Portugal and brag about my new position with Ministry of Sound and Hed Kandi Red Sea!
My feelings about this trip are indescribably different… I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking for, but I know it's a million miles apart from what I headed out to Africa for.
Inner peace? A journey of enlightenment? An escape from the UK? Or to simplye 'find myself' perhaps? Maybe it's just an excuse to grow a beard and learn yoga. Although I haven't crossed my legs since I last sat in school assembly many years ago.
Anyways, was amazing to see all the oldskool Hastings crew the last few weeks and thank you so much for your support and friendship; it means the world to me.
Am heading to India volunterring - to journo it up at Tamil Nadu's Madurai Messenger - with some very special people deep in my thoughts. Here's a photo of James' tree in Alexander Park looking over my shoulder. Guide me and RIP brother.
One love people…