I haven’t blogged for a while. There is usually a reason for that. Either I’ve run out of things to write about, or I’m too busy to find the time. On this occasion it is a mix of both reasons. A little over four weeks ago I left Guyana, my time there had come to an end. This departure was once again tinged with sadness as I said goodbye to yet another group of wonderful people, and good friends met along the way during a sometimes roller-coaster journey. Guyana grew on me a great deal and as such will no doubt leave a lasting impression.
Each summer for the past few years I return home to enjoy a little window of familiarity before setting off again. This summer has been no different. Having barely unpacked my suitcase I was already posting off my passport to the Bangladesh High Commission in London. After a little questioning the passport was returned with a new Bangladesh visa, and thus, as I write this I am sat in Manchester airport waiting for the departure of flight EK18 to Dubai. A connection to Dhaka follows, with the concluding leg to Chittagong taking me to my final location. In just a few hours of writing this I’ll be back in Bangladesh. It is somewhat surreal, but deep down I think I always knew it would happen, I just hadn’t expected it to come about so soon.
I won’t talk about this now, however, as it dawned on me recently that my blogs are usually all about the places I’ve resided and visited outside of the UK. Yet, in between all of these jaunts I’m lucky to be able to spend some relaxing vacations at home in Devon. I’ve therefore decided to take this opportunity to share some photos from this most recent spell at home. They tend to sum up why, despite all the wonderful places I’ve seen in the past few years, I’m always very happy to see that ‘Welcome to Devon’ sign, the harbour of Torquay, the hills of Dartmoor, and of course, my family – who patiently put up with all of my comings and goings and always offer support. This can never be underestimated, and I’m very grateful.