The divorce from simplicity

Life in various parts of the "African Bush" is quite different than life in "The west". I love going to restaurants in the third world and my first question being "Do you have food today?" Or ordering a meal with an item such as...cheese, and about an hour and a half after ordering having the waiter come up to me to explain "Gulu's actually out of cheese." -Gulu? Not even just the restaurant but the entire city. lol (You think they could have noticed that an hour earlier)TIA. So now here I am, just arrived in London (one of my most favouritest of cities) and they are not out of cheese. Oh no, if you want even a slice you'll have to choose from a plethora of 100 different types of cheese. (Oh my goodness, I've been eating "The Real Yorkshire Wensleydale with cranberries" lol Odd but AMAZING) Want a cup of tea? What kind of tea? There are also 100 different types. What would you like in your tea? Small glass, tall glass, red glass, blue glass? (Seriously too much Dr. Seuss in this part of the world :) I am adoring it though. (Speaking of, I now average 7 cups of tea each day. Ya, it's good to be back) My heart seems to LOVE Africa more then any other place but I find I can feel just as at home in big city London as I do in a mud hut in Sudan. If that's possible. AND I've already bought two new pairs of shoes =) =)

Still processing things of course, which is not my favourite part of returning. (Oh the injustices.. lol) BUT I found a song that sums it all up PERFECTLY. =) I don't really know how I stumbled upon it but I think it is crucial for anyone traveling to, living in or coming from the, well, closest thing to what many describe as hell on earth. (But more accurately described as just 'Pre-Kingdom zones' ;)

So, from Exp.58's "Love Revolution" Conference in LA '07...The fabulous Brian and Katie with a little Charles...