Two passports Three currencies (work in progress)

January 20, 2015 Babe 0 Comments

For someone who dreamt of travelling forever, well a lot, I’ve become quite disenchanted by airports these last few years.

I used to love the whole shebang, the ticket wedged in the passport, stepping up before immigration on my own, packing my own case. After my first long haul, I got a taste of turbulence and air sickness-I was also 17 and desperate to go home after my first term in boarding school. I never thought I could be so trapped in my own big dreams. I would feel the same way again 30 years later when I landed in Kinshasa…another inspiring airport experience.

But university in London helped get over boarding school and I now reminisce about Congolese music…(to be continued)