Since the middle of March, when I first took this job, I have heard many words describe the journey I am about to embark on.
“Crazy” “Lonely” “Incredible” “Once in a Lifetime” “isolated” “Experience” and so on.
Sitting on the floor of a packed Ethiopian airport, all these words are repeating themselves in my head and creating one of those world cloud representations of data.
The truth is, I nor no one I know, has ever been to the Comoros and despite being friends with many well travelled people, no one has quite managed to describe the experiences they have had in isolated islands or parts of the world. The feeling I have now, is not as if I am about to get onto a plane, but on the contrary : I feel as If I am entering a time machine. A machine that will transport me so far beyond the world I know, where I will merely glimpse snippets of ‘normalcy’ on this 9 month journey.
I’m going to a place with no shops, cinemas, cafes, crowded streets, crosswalks, ice cream trucks, Happy Cow reviews or just about everything I have become accustomed to by living in Australia and Europe.
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