welcome to Backpackerland
Once you're left the airport you find yourself a cheap hostel and sleep badly because it's hot,much hotter than it was when you left home, and you haven't paid enough for an air-conditioned room. Besides, there's the noise of the busy street and some crazy tourist playing a harmonica all night. On top of the you're jetlagged because you're crossed two time zones at least. All your worst nightmares have come true,but you don't care, because this is an adventure and you aren't at home any more.
In the morning you feel exhausted but more alive then you have for years. You go out on to the street and have your first cup of coffee.
Everywhere there are foreigh vehicles ,strage smells, different colours and people wearing different clothes. As you look up and down the street you see more and more people just like yourself, travellers- but they've been here for at least three days. They're much more interesting -looking then you, and seem completely at home as they visit the shops and market stalls, or hurry into the cybercafes to see if their mums have sent them an email. Welcome to Backpackerland.