I looked out of the window expecting to see green fields, tiny "doll" houses, roads and busy life of a ground...but as the plane descends through the layer of a puffy, unbelievably white masses of clouds, down from the sun and light of a upper atmosphere, there was another layer of a more grey in colour clouds instead of perfect views of a landscape…and then, as we passed through this one, there was – another one…while I was wondering if I can feel it like "returning home", or "finally back to my place", "home sweet home" maybe, the plane was gradually coming down, passing on its way through 5 (as I’ve managed to count) layers of a cloudy mass, each one darker then the previous top one…and it was only when the chassis actually did hit the ground, we finally saw the welcoming sings of the airport through the greyish curtain of a casual rain…
I think that when I’ve lost my winter jacket somewhere on my way to Egypt in one of those flight connections, it was actually a sign for me that I might not come back…
But still I did…
It took long 9 hours from the moment our plane took off Cairo’s airport yesterday at 3am to the moment we landed in Heathrow. And getting home only yesterday's evening, today I’m sitting in my office, trying to cope with 973 business e-mails in my inbox and pretty much in a surreal half-sleep because of a tiring journey and dramatic climate change…I will spend those two remaining working days left to sort out backdated issues and then I will try to gather all my travel notes in one Lifetime Egyptian Tale. I have so much to write about, pages and pages of my notes, which I tried to take whenever I could, 3 CD’s of uploaded digital pictures…I will go through them eventually, repeating my travel again, this time in my memory…The unbelievable time in a land, where time stands still and where my 14 nights felt like a Thousand And One…
I wish I could say it more enthusiastic but all I can say at the moment:
Hi, I’m back