Last week I returned from a three week trip to Zanzibar. My partner Amy and I had been doing voluntary work in an orphanage there.
One thing I have realised after being back for nine days is that England sucks.
Before you say it...no, it's not because it's rained every single day since we got back, in July (summer...?!) and I still haven't managed to get out climbing.
England sucks because it's miserable.
People are unhappy and unsatisfied. This unhappiness stemming from many sources, too many to list.
The children we worked with in Zanzibar, and people I have met in other countries in the world in similar situations, were amongst the happiest people I have met.
Friendly. Hospitable. Generous. Loving. Just a few words that spring to mind when I think about people I have met.
They were poor in the way of money and possessions. Their lifestyle considerably simpler, they were rich beyond belief with smiles.
One thing I will say is that the misery found on these shores is usually due to the insatiable materialistic hunger that seems to be the societal norm.
What is it that they know, that we don't...?
