Patrick’s old boss once said after a trip to Guernsey that he didn’t like abroad; “I missed my pigeons, my feet swelled up and I couldn’t get pork pies'”.
It’s a week and a half since we left Idle and the truth is we are both really homesick. We’re both feeling droopy, lethargic and low, and feeling really very pathetic for it. We’re actually in a totally amazing city (Istanbul), staying with Peg’s wonderful friend in her amazing apartment right in the heart by the Galata Tower. The sun is shining (30 degrees) so we should be cock-a-hoop. Instead both of us has fought tears today (OK, only Peg, grown men don’t cry!). This morning we even talked about whether it’s too early to come home (of course it is, only joking). Today Patrick’s feet swelled up and being a Muslim country, no solace in a certain type of pie 🙂
So what’s our problem? Well we think it’s really we’re feeling a bit lost and displaced. We haven’t got our heads around living out of the rucksack – neither of us know what we have bought with us or where things are. Sorting travel on the hoof takes ages and both of us lose the will to live. Trying to buy bus and train tickets on websites you don’t understand is a total nightmare. We’re missing knowing what’s going on – we don’t even really know the latest in the Jimmy Saville story. Peg is finding the food hard and limited, even when self catering, – and eating far too much bread. Peg’s been bitten to death. The supplies we bought from the UK are running out. We’ve had bad news about people being ill and of course we are missing our friends, particularly some really close
friends who are not on Facebook as we can’t follow their lives like we can for you good old facebookers. Peg is really missing TV so she tried to sign up for a service to watch tv abroad and ended up really worried her PayPal account was hacked. This morning to make us feel better we put on radio 5 – a good traditional British debate about legalising drugs!!
And our nervousness about India is getting really real. If we find Istanbul confusing and difficult, how the bloody hell will we cope with landing in Delhi?
Of course were not going to come home, and of course we’ll go to India and beyond. Time to buck up and use a bit of that good old British stuff upper lip.
Full blog on Istanbul to follow.