I cried and cried and cried. I cried so much that concerned, kind strangers stopped to ask if I was OK. I nodded as tears streamed down my face. I was clearly not OK. Of course I was looking forward to going home to see family and friends, but right now I was leaving. Leaving Asia, leaving my adventure, leaving the traveller’s life and, most significantly, leaving Rudy.
One team, two months, three time zones, four countries and thousands of laughs. We’d been together pretty much all day, every day and leaving him was a real wrench. I enjoyed travelling with him so much – much more than travelling by myself. He’s kind, generous, fun, reliable, interesting, observant, thoughtful. And happy. Watching him spread his happiness had been incredible to watch and I felt privileged to have travelled with him. But now it was time to say goodbye:
And so, after two smooth flights over some rather inhospitable-looking terrain:
…. I arrived home. I’m kinda numb to it all – it seems real to be home, but not real. I think it’ll take a while for my brain to process it. And then I’ll write again.
