Journal Entry 9: Up in the Air (almost over Paris) 28th July 2007

In about three hours I should be back in Ireland but only if we make our connecting flight to Dublin from London. We're cutting it ultra close though so if we get caught in long queues and over the top security checks we could be spending a night in London. I'm so dying for my bed, I really hope that doesn't happen.

It feels weird coming home after everything I've seen and done. It doesn't feel real. I'm not sure what does. I think about sitting drinking Tusker in Jawambe and it feels so dreamlike. Or so far away already. I really don't want to go back...in some ways. Seeing Kenya just opened up this door - and I've so much crap waiting for me in Dublin, eugh. But I'll go, and I'll deal - I'll fix what's broken and try some new ways. I now have a lot behid me that might help with things. But first I'd really love some Buffalo Wings.

Camara Team Kenya 2007