Africa

Well, I know this blog is supposed to be about my time in London, but since I haven't spent that much time here within last five weeks I am forced to write about my trip to West Africa. Or actually about the feelings I have been having after returning. So try to bear with me. I am sure there is going to be plenty of London stories after I am back on track again ;)

Like most of you already know I spent three weeks in Benin, Togo and Ghana. I had a most amazing time (thanks Riikka and everybody else in Grand-Popo for having me!) visiting interesting places and meeting wonderful people. Just came back yesterday morning and I have been having serious problems trying to adjust to normal life. I have spent last two days just wandering around unable to do anything useful.

I have never felt like this before after travelling. Everything, my time away and also my life here, feels so unreal, like a dream. It is difficult to get a grip on life here or even try to write about the trip. And I don't even know what has caused this feeling. It has nothing to do with the usual post-holiday syndrome when you don't want to return back to your boring everyday life. I am more than happy to be back in London (I love the city and all my friends here) but for some reason it feels really unrealistic to be back in town.

During my stay I questioned several times my and also other foreigners' motives and reasons to be there as well as locals' desire to get to know me and if I think about West Africa it doesn't feel realistic to be there either. So I am stuck somewhere between the two places and somehow I need to get out of there. The sooner, the better...