29/11: Going home

Everything went well going home, a lot of airports, airplanes, talking, I saw a few movies, slept, put pepper in my tea and drank it anyway, in Istanbul a guy who had called me ten times or something the previous night, whom I had met at the Blue Post before going to the fourteen falls, he had wanted my number I didn’t want to give it, but relented since I wouldn’t use it much longer, called me again and I agreed to send him a text with my name and Danish number before hanging up – I just turned off my phone straight away, afraid he might call back when he realized I never intended to send him that text. I meet some volunteers I know from Tanzania also going home to Denmark, talked to a Swedish guy who wanted to know if he was the right place and got on my flight home. There I got my bag and said goodbye to the others before going to meet my family who were waiting for me just past a set of doors.