Africa Trip: Day 1 & 2

From the journal:

DAY 1: June 18, 2013

“Leaving Detroit, I’m seated next to a 25 year-old cancer researcher from Canada named Dillon. A nice young man. I’m getting ready to watch Oz the Great and Powerful on a 7” screen, just as soon as somebody brings me a Mountain Dew. Dillon’s watching The Hobbit, not that it’s essential to the telling of this tale. We’ll part ways in 8 hours when we reach Amsterdam – never, in all likelihood, to cross paths again. I wish him luck. My legs already need a good stretching, and we’re barely in the air.

[later] Not much sleep (1/2 hour?). Almost to Amsterdam. There’s no Mountain Dew on this flight. At least, they’re CLAIMING there’s no Mountain Dew on this flight. I have my suspicions. There are only Coke products, so I’m drinking Coke. Taken 2 was good, which I guess would make this…”

DAY 2: June 19, 2013

“Need stretches. Need massages. Need boozes. The thing says we’ve got 54 minutes left until we get to Amsterdam. I have no choice but to believe it.

[rambling journal entries about men from India, sitting by the window, my view of the wing, missing my son, and unlocking a passageway to infinite dimensions]

We’re making our final approach to Johannesburg. Supposedly. I can’t see any city lights below, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. My view is mostly wing. Half hour. That’s the news. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon back home. Or 2:30, who knows? Nobody, that’s who.”

From the airport, we made our way to Lakeview Lodge. I got myself an outlet adapter, and then everyone went to bed. Here are some photos from the first two days of the trip:


My back yard the morning I left.

Saying bye to JP. He and Mo both knew something was up.

Keri, Jordy, and I pose in the driveway for some crazy vagrant photographer-lady who ended up sleeping on my couch after I left.

This picture still breaks my heart.

Flying over the Atlantic on the way to Amsterdam. I know what you’re saying: “Amsterdam isn’t on the way to South Africa!” Well, I won’t disagree with you. That’s just the way Delta rolls, homie.Amsterdam! At last! Only another 15 hours to go, and we’ll be in Johannesburg!

Ah, Johannesburg. Finally. The airport was pretty quiet. Until Dee Snider showed up with the rest of Twisted Sister and ROCKED THAT PLACE TO THE GROUND! (No photos will be posted of the impromptu Twisted Sister concert, as many in attendance felt it was, in fact, imaginary.)


Onward to Day 3!

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