Home sweet home. – Some of you will know that I found this time abroad more difficult than any before. Being away at Christmas was the toughest time for me. Overall, transport and climate were probably the main issues. I am not stupid; I was well aware what the weather would be like in Reunion … More A Sort Of Homecoming
My last post, which explained what I actually do as a language assistant in Reunion, was intended to follow shortly after la rentrée (the return to school at the end of January after the lengthy summer holidays). Alas, by the time I got round to writing it on Sunday 8th, only a week of school … More Electrical Storm
It’s difficult to summarise my travels into a couple of blog posts, but I’m going to give it a go. I actually kept a little journal during my two weeks away, something I haven’t done for a long time. It begins on January 5th: “I’m going to go for the sweetcorn soup with chicken, followed … More Summer Rain (Mauritius)
I should probably tell you a bit more about my life here. It’s a little different to the life that I had in England last year. In terms of moving from England to La Réunion, the most significant change is of course the weather, and the temperature in particular. As an Englishman who is quite … More All That You Can’t Leave Behind
So I’m back in the English rain, in a nice, warm house up to its armpits in Christmas decorations, with my family and the dog and the Playstation 2 and Sky Sports and carpets and bean bags and hot cross buns and smoothie. My return home also meant that I could have my first pizza … More Return of the Pizza
This morning I was totally oblivious until I opened my curtains to find some pretty impressive snow. I’ve got to say, now that it’s December, with this snow, and with Fairytale of New York and All I Want For Christmas already beginning their annual surge up the charts on iTunes, I’m starting to feel quite Christmassy!
Freaky Friday in the Forest Rather than going to the gym yesterday afternoon, I took the more convenient exercise option – running straight out of my place and into the adjacent forest – despite the chilling cold and the thick fog (as one of my flatmates accurately assessed, it’s “like !!!!ing Mordor”). It was very … More Day 77: The Awkward Moment When…