Privilege

Day One of an epic trip to New Zealand

Feeling incredibly privileged. As we prepare to fly off on the first leg of our journey, news comes through of a devastating fire at Nairobi airport. Passengers hugely inconvenienced. Lives in danger. Resources  inadequate.

I can fly from our lovely little airport at minimal cost, with a journey from home of just a few minutes, with only an occasional delay for fog.

Arriving at our Gatwick hotel for an overnight stay,  I was, again, stunned by my privileged life.

A luxurious bed, when many sleep on floors, even outside on the street.
Freely running water - even HOT water - on tap, 24 hours a day.
Clean bedding, towels - an unheard of luxury for many - and clothes. More than I need.
As much food, and more, as I want. (And I do so love hotel breakfasts!)
A relaxing spell in a steam room, the jacuzzi, finishing with a swim let my body stretched and destressed. A welcome change.
And I can afford the air fare to visit my daughter, when so many live apart from families and loved ones.

In all this, I am so conscious of the many who live in varying degrees of poverty - even in more affluent societies.

I am so privileged - and grateful.