Welcome home

The flight home was out of the top drawer as Celia and I managed to get an entire section of the plane to ourselves as they needed us to sit in the emergency seats. We only needed two rows, but the extra space made us feel all that more important.

I know it's been discussed before over and over again, but I cannot stress how much I have to hold myself back from opening the aeroplane door mid flight. I'm not sure if I'm just concerned I will trip and accidentally open it, but I physically have to lean the opposite way when i am walking past it...

When we touched down at Heathrow we had Claudio and Jen Jen waiting for us at the airport whisking us away to the heart of Essex. I must say it is the first time i have been there as my travel card never got me to zone 16.

I held off the urge to succumb to my jet lag and went off with Claudio to buy some beer and bbq equipment for the braai they were throwing for us the next day. Driving through one of the dodgy areas of north east London we stumbled across some Greek, Cypriot shops where Claudio immediately had his eye on a Foukou(left). Now a Foukou is a traditional bbq made in Cyprus, and its purpose is to cook meat and fish on a kebab or "souvla" on coal.

I somehow think that Claudio knew where we were going and we never just 'stumbled' on those Greek / Cypriot shops.. Although we were stoked with what we had just bought, the woman were averagely pleased with our purchase.

I managed to put my new running shoes into action down the paths of Epping forest which in some sections looks a fairytale with the beauty of Fallow deer and Autumn leaves. All that was missing were Lucy, Peter, Edmund and Susan.

We had a ton on friends around that day to enjoy our Saffer / English bbq. About 3 kg's of wors on the Weber and even more souvla on Claudio's new foukou.

Charlie arrived in his 'I are wearing a jean pant' shirt providing much amusement, but unfortunately for him, more interest was taken in the kilo of biltong he brought along.

Our little braai went well on into the night while we tried our hardest to finish all the beers on offer while we sat around the log fire in the garden telling our 'round the world' campfire stories.