I post a photo on Instagram. It’s a good shot, arty, and I’ve thought of the perfect caption – teamed with the perfect emoji, obviously. For the next half an hour, I keep refreshing my newsfeed, checking for likes. To start with I’m pleased, they’re are coming in fast. But they slow. Not good. Surely I can get more than a measly 23? And why do I feel so inadequate if I don’t?
Three weeks ago, I returned to the UK after spending an eye opening and fulfilling three months in Tanzania – and it turns out that it can be difficult to find the words to describe such an incredible experience. So much happened that it’s hard to know where to begin, or how to fully explain a world that’s so different from my own. It’s going to take take more than just one blog post, that’s for sure.
So, to begin with, I’ll start with an easy topic. What the hell did I do there?
Turns out Holland is a pretty amazing country – how come I’d never been before?
Just before Christmas, I went to Amsterdam with two school friends and fell in love with the place. I don’t know whether is was the canals, rickety buildings or variety of museums, cafes and nightlife on offer, but the city has left me wanting more.
It’s almost Christmas, my absolute favourite time of the year, so why not look back at years gone by? Christmas jumpers, log fires and warming hot chocolates characterised my childhood Christmases – well, all except one.
When I was 14, my family and I swapped fluffy socks and woolly scarves for shorts and flip flops when we spent Christmas Day on Manly Beach in Australia. It was certainly a very different experience – for a start, I got sunburnt.