Home: Mrs. Chutney's C + B

Home, home at last and how tasty it is with cheddar and potable water aplenty. Coming home can be hard especially when you long for the simple pleasures, but you fear all that it entails.

No one can imagine how nice it is to wear jeans and a cotton t-shirt when you have gone a year without. The simple pleasures of a towel on the skin is delightful. How is it that the sounds of birds chirping amidst rustling, windblown leaves can be lost to the ears? Why do we sometimes have to loose something to appreciate it? Truly, coming back home to stay is a sensory delight.

And yet home is full of the unseen pressures. They say high school is full of peer pressure, but the same can be said of so much else. Questions abound and they aren't always easy to answer. People view travel as a care free life, and always say, if only they had the time or money they would be so lucky. But travel can be a mind numbing slog of diahera and language barriers. Yet at the end of it all, there is something missing... a place to call your own? Family? Friends? Security? Consistent challenge rather than daily change? These are the weeks and months of reflection to come.

But, before the rest of our lives loom and decisions await, they can wait just a little bit longer. A week paddling the waters of Georgian Bay's wind swept shores and extruded rocks offers a perfect way to get some peace, quiet and reflection about all that has happened in the last year.

And so begins the Inbetween Nowhere.

Cairo, Egypt: At Peace Amidst the Haggling

So to put an end to all our travelling we spent a few days in the chaotic, hectic haven of Cairo. Not to pass up on 4CAD ties and 20CAD jeans, we did a bit of shopping. It was definitely weird to see ourselves in real clothes again.

See you in Canada