One of my favourite things about flying home is that moment when you step out of the plane doors onto the platform of the steps and the heat from the sun consumes your body. It’s like walking into a heavy fog of glorious heat that instantly warms you all the way to your bones.
You take a second before you begin your descent down the wobbly plane steps to inhale that dense heat and feel the sun on your face, a grin makes its way onto your lips as you excitedly make your way towards the airport terminal: I am home!
Anyone hailing from warmer climes will understand this feeling.
I should be shattered after the 8 hour flight from London to Barbados, which in realty is over 12 hours if you include the moment you woke up — assuming you slept the night before that is. I arrived at my dad’s around 3pm to find he had prepared Cou-Cou & salt fish, with okra & pickled cucumber. Now I’m in heaven! Afterwards I take a relaxing walk along the beach as the sun sets taking a moment to dip my toes in the water.
Then it hits me “Relax, you’re in Barbados”!
Over the next three week I visit old familiar places try to see as many friends & family as possible while taking as many photos as I can.