The motherland…

Finally on African soil and I am so glad, I practically run off the plane to passport control. *I feel a little bad for saying this part considering my recent day trip to Germany.* I got to passport control and entered the South African line, only to be faced with about 15 people in front of me, all with maroon passports…Deutschland…Don’t get me wrong I am glad we have international visitors, but I feel like there is a line especially designed for them to stand in. It’s called “other.”

Joburg airport (Please note the "Shongololo Lounge)

Once I got over my initial annoyance and realized how close I was to seeing Karabo and leaving the airport I immediately relaxed. As I walked out of the terminal, I did not see Karabo…This is the moment I began to realize I had no cellphone, no number for Karabo and would be acting on blind faith that she would not have forgotten me. Then I saw her, armed with a *welcome back* balloon! We exchanged hellos, hugs and quickly made our way to her car, and then her house. We took a moment to catch up then headed out for lunch with her sister Lebo. Ah, Mugg and Bean!

Mugg and Bean (google image)

We then made a beeline for Spar, and picked up a few supplies (read: Hunters Dry!!!) Once home I changed downed a Hunters and repacked my bags, for what would be my last flight of 2011! On the way to the airport I suggested that Karabo keep the balloon for when she saw Tyler (who was coming in two days after me.) We agreed on the idea and were planning what she should change the wording to, when suddenly *zip* out the window the balloon flew…I was shocked and was sitting in the front seat just holding the stick which once held the welcoming words, Karabo looked at me just as shocked and reached over and grabbed the stick, it was round about this time we both realized we were just holding an empty stick…bummer!

Karabo and I and our HUNTERS DRY! :)