Where did this all start?? This is an uncanny adventure which holds so much excitement, yet many anticipatory stressful emotions for me. At 50+ it has been hard for me landing a good, well-paid job in South Africa, and having worked overseas for a few years probably made it slightly more difficult for me. It was in Ramsgate, in the South-East of England while working for the Churchill House School of English Language where I first met and taught Arabian students from Libya. Their eagerness to learn the English language, and their overall attitude to academic matters impressed me.
An attack at home by two robbers landed me in hospital with 36 stitches in my head, and the road to recovery was long and hard. The wounds healed easily, but the emotional scars were set to haunt my dreams and thoughts for many months to come.
I tried my hand at editing, translations and proofreading, and work started pouring in. I found myself working long hours, trying to meet impossible deadlines, and the pay was excellent, but all of a sudden the projects started drying up, and I felt myself counting the months to the end of my last salary. I started looking at internet sites advertising work overseas, and soon applied for a few high-salaried overseas positions. I received a phone call from the UK, and the job offer came via email. I accepted.
Here I am - with an e-ticket emailed to me, suitcases packed and ready to start a job in a country that I have never visited before. The Polyglot Institute in Muscat, Oman.
Flight on schedule, upgraded at OR Tambo airport!! Looking forward to the flight.
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