Changi International Airport, Singapore
During 2011 I dived from the sky and under the sea. I travelled from the heart of Africa to the soul of Indochina. From the slums of India to the Himalayas of Nepal. From fields of gold in Indonesia to the villages of the South Pacific. I have laughed and I have wept. I have embraced both beauty and tragedy. I am learning that everybody has a story and a way of viewing the world. I have been inspired, and made many friends. I have supported children to walk and talk and had lots of fun along the way. But I know deep inside that my jourey has just begun
The long journey home gives a traveler time to reflect, to conceptualise their experiences and what it may mean. My journey home will take over 24 hours which is a blessing in a way. Because it gives me time to reflect not only on my recent travels, but 2011 as a whole.
2011 was a year of discovery and growth for me. 2011 transformed my way of seeing the world and my place in it. I remember back twelve months ago. Checking in my bags at Sydney International Airport. I was about to embark on a journey that was so foreign to me. I was possessed by fear and questioned whether I would even make it on the plane. But I did make it onto that aeroplane, then another, and another.
During 2011 I dived from the sky and under the sea. I travelled from the heart of Africa to the soul of Indochina. From the slums of India to the Himalayas of Nepal. From fields of gold in Indonesia to the villages of the South Pacific. I have laughed and I have wept. I have embraced both beauty and tragedy. I am learning that everybody has a story and a way of viewing the world. I have been inspired, and made many friends. I have supported children to walk and talk and had lots of fun along the way. But I know deep inside that my jourey has just begun
