Two. - Dougie
The flight was long and boring and I was the only one awake. The guys basically fell asleep before we even left the ground. When on our way, I found myself looking at the - what other people would call - beautiful scenery, that somehow annoyed me more than the last time I saw it.
But then again, last time I saw it, it had been different. The only thing we went for was to see where our money would go, what we were working for back home in England, so we didn't really have a mission then. Of course we had felt bad for the people there, especially for the little children, but that was just while we were there. The people form Comic Relief had put us in a beautiful and clean hotel far away from diseases and death, so we would leave them in the night and when we got to our hotel we'd take a hot shower and have a beer.
Don't get me wrong, I felt horrible while I was there. We were doing all these simple things that we don't even think about anymore, we just take everything for granted. And that while they were out there, with no showers or food whatsoever. But in a way, it also felt safe, because the fact that we were able to take a shower meant that we were able to wash all the 'trouble' off.
This time however, we would be staying for a month, amongst the people we were supposed to help during our mission. This time we wouldn't have the luxurious hotel room, although I hoped we would have a shower. It was just different, more real this time, and I had a feeling death would come knocking a whole lot sooner than we thought it would.
Of course, those were the deeper feelings, that I didn't try to think about, the ones I didn't discuss. At that moment in time, on the plane, I was just annoyed because I had convinced myself I hated the desert.