My return home was in stages. First i left my hideaway by the sea... that last morning the sea was quite wild. Wind whipped the shore and rain came into my window...
I had managed to get a breakfast just before the storm broke so i sat it out sipping my coffee and eating my delicious granola and fruit ... enjoying the fury of the storm in the small cell that was now my cozy room.
I set off when the rain stopped .... walking .. i wanted to say my goodbyes...
Finally after a good walk around i called a taxi ... after the usual dickering we settled on a price and off i went ..
... my first step back into another world. The hotel i had chosen was right next to the airport so the next day i would not have to battle traffic ...
After the chaos and heat, it was like stepping into a museum or church... everything was quiet, hushed and the air was deliciously cool..
my room was gigantic and there was a bath with hot water!!!
i immediately put on my bathing suit and went for a swim in the beautiful empty pool... for the first time in over a month my body was losing that feeling of being over heated... i could feel it coming down to a normal temperature..
... and i started missing the heat and chaos! i couldn't believe it!
.. so i decided on a crazy whim to go into town to eat for the last time at the restaurant Baku which has the most amazing Ghanaian food ....(and the restaurant was always full of ...Ghanaians.. so i felt that was the final stamp of approval!)
...of course leaving the hotel, the taxis tried to completely rip me off but i knew what was fair ... one taxi turned me down but another man was delighted to take me..
..once in the taxi i saw why ... the traffic was completely at a standstill so when the man said he would wait for me i said, 'Sure, of course' !!
i had a delicious lunch and another walk around before heading back... i arrived back at my oasis steaming hot and happy.
I was glad i had decided to give myself one night in a fancy hotel (at home i would have found it quite standard but after my 'cell' it was the very height of luxury!!) ... i got a chance to decompress and adjust back to the completely different world i live in in Canada...
i had time to really think about what i had seen and done before leaving. Time to give thanks.
The trip home was an adventure but it went like clockwork... everything worked out perfectly all the way home...
i actually arrived in Montreal about two hours before a major snowstorm! how amazing is that?
My son, Etienne was there to greet me and in his arms for a delicious hug ... i was home.
