Redress

It feels like I've been absorbed into this world like some sort of alien vacuum. Emails from people back home - just random things like Sam telling me that his dad is in mourning because their chicken died, or my colleague saying "Forget the constitutionalised discrimination over there and the trials, I've just realised that someone has stolen a Twirl from my drawer. And you think you've got it tough!" - pulls me back to sanity. Its so helpful just to hear about normal things. It's surreal being here and contact from the "familiar" redresses much of the craziness.

I'm missing tea. Majorly missing tea. Coffee here is served black and sweet, with a Turkish Delight, which I dont eat. I'm thinking... keep the Turkish Delight, I'll swap you for a Tetley's teabag? But no, they stare blankly at me. PG Tips?? Silence. Urm... Tesco's value brand teabags? ANYTHING? No. I am shoved a Turkish Delight and the waiter walks away.....