"Are you cold, darling?" Kevin, the ticket inspector asked me on our train from Glasgow towards the Isle of Skye, while I was putting on my jacket. I agreed, assuming he was just trying to have a conversation. He then forced everybody in the entire coach to close the windows, while explaining to us which bridge we were about to cross and offering help with our luggage. This was the first of many overly friendly encounters, that almost made me feel like a bad person for not constantly offering help to everybody.
As a result, my friend Ashton (you might remember her from our trip to Laos) and I were in love with the Isle of Skye, before we even set foot on it.
I bet you have a city, that makes you feel like you're coming home every time you're there.
You've probably lived there for a while and then had to leave for stupid reasons like work, love or money.
Coming from the airport you're headed to the supermarket straight away to buy your favourite cheese, then find a café that has this special kind of coffee you like and then try to see all these places you've always spent your days when you were living there.
Next you're going straight to the area you used to live in and feel like a local again because you know the bus stops and which restaurants to avoid. You change the side of the road, way before you have to pass the smelly fish shop.
Other people are living in your apartment now, which feels unfortunate.