Hours spent in air to get here…10.5
Hours of life lost in translation…4
Packets of airline crackers eaten…2
Disappointment at scant reserves of airline crackers- unfeasibly, irrationally high
Newspaper in baggage check queue…
‘SPATE OF SHOOTINGS LEAVES THREE DEAD’
‘Spate of shootings…spate…I think spate would be my favourite measurement of violence…’
As we drop pass the Smirnoff Beach Ball through Cape Town airport I have high hopes for South Africa, spates aside. The sun is shining through the branded windows and a cheery man is guiding us through customs and to our waiting driver.
The ball passes easily through the group from Takesh to Ben, dipping over trolleys and at one point sailing directly past a stewardess’ head and into the check in for South African airlines. Spirits are high. After a divine comedy of meteorological misfortune (we’re all still paler than an anaemic rodent) we respond to any vague sunlight like vitamin D deficient orphans…
Cape Town is going to be good…
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