I ended up with a seatmate from Dakar to Joburg, which is actually the longer leg of the trip. He was a very nice man from Zambia and he volunteered to help steer me thru the airport when we landed, which he did. Now I’m at the airport hotel, having a glass of wine, sitting at an outdoor table by the pool on a balmy Saturday night at 8pm… Hey – I have to do my writing out here. They don’t have internet access in the rooms. But this does feel surreal. The knowledge is always there of the real reason I’m here and what my life here will be like.
I will try to get some pictures posted tomorrow night when we’re settled in Swazi. Meantime, lack of sleep and the wine is messing with my syntax.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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