so after more than two years travelling around the continent of south america
i touched down on english soil a few days ago. it feels a little surreal to be back, everything seems both familiar and strange at the same time. day one was spent fighting a losing battle to keep awake from my jet-lagged, sleep deprived state. day two involved walking to a rainy town centre in flip-flops and looking for a wardrobe to better suit the autumnal english climate. then today, day three, i went food shopping and had a near religious experience. the choice, oh the endless choice, was close to overwhelming. there was a whole aisle full of cheese - if you can imagine that. countless varieties of crisps... more than three different types of beer... bacon, english muffins, mushrooms... i mean it was like a market, only super
. i'm fully aware this novelty will soon wear off, but i've found that stuffing bacon sandwiches into my face does help with the readjustment.
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