I'm now in the fidgeting disillusioning part of travel where you feel a little unsure of the what comes next? See I have stopped "travelling" and have settled back into my old flat, back to familiarity. Or so I thought. See we hosted the Olympics in my neighbourhood so the area is "regenerated". Don't get me wrong my timing couldn't have been better. I missed much of the reconstruction, road works and delays leading up to the world coming to the neighbourhood. "Regeneration" generally means suddenly white middle class folk think that they should live here. I am white and by New Zealand standards middle class but have always loved living in London where my people don't. So coming back to my flat after a year to be surrounded by hipsters instead of burkas (I live in the East End where it may as well be Bangladesh). So the familiarity is well on the way out...and my sister moved out, so I now share with an Italian chocolatier - so the ha