I got a sneak preview today of what my return to Exeter will be like, and it wasn't a happy experience. Just as I left church it started to rain, but I was too proud and stubborn to turn back, so I just kept walking. Needless to say, all the buses were full and the taxi motos were in hiding so I stood in the rain for half an hour. Short of being in the shower, I don't think I’ve ever been so wet.
When I finally got on the bus, everyone started laughing and pointing at me because of how wet I was. All I could make out was 'muzungu' and imvura', but it was enough to upset me and, remembering all the cold, wet days I’ve had and will have in Exeter, I promptly burst into tears.
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