Traveling from Juba (a one room airport), to Nairobi (a long 12 gate corridor), to Amsterdam’s Schiphol (basically the IKEA version of monolith airports) was a strange and mysterious bit of reverse culture shock after 6 months in Juba.
In reality it wasn’t crazy or unexpected, however I did find one aspect of my 30 hour traveling experience to be a nice microcosm of the differences between Juba and, well, not Juba.
The morning I left, my friend and I stopped to get rolexes* – basically chapati and eggs made on the street. The stall we stopped at was probably the least hygienic place I’ve been in Juba, aka perhaps not the best thing to eat before a 30 hour travel.
And then in Amsterdam I ran across a completely different version of rolexes.
Yeah. That was slightly different.
*I’m actually pretty sure that these are called “rolled eggs,” (since, you know… that’s what they are) but somewhere along the lines people (aka khawajas who misheard the phrase) changed this to rolexes, and now there are dueling terms floating in the expat community. It’s quite confusing.