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Published: June 13th 2007
Well I finally made it to the Southern Hemisphere, about 9 hours later than I should have. My flight last night was delayed out of Ben Gurion due to a terrorist training activity (I kid you not) at the airport. The airline was kind enough to put us up in some pretty fancy digs down on Tel Aviv Beach, at the Carleton Hotel. It's kind of like the Ritz, but Israeli-fied. They gave us this humongous dinner at 2am, that nobody really particularly wanted, and I went to my room, a little too wound up to sleep.
I left Israel (finally) this morning at 9am, and the flight was long and uneventful except for the fact that it was full of Israelis and their children. The child in front of me unfurled a KITE on the trip (still not kidding) and nearly took my eye out with it. The parents just shrugged and said "what can I do?" in Hebrew of course, and they went to sleep. Screaming, crying children. My favorite part was when the little boy upended his pringles can on to my tray (and in my hair). It was a long 9 hours.
The scenery, I hate to say, was not that exciting. Africa looks a lot like the Negev. There are a few spots that are darker, but for the most part, it is all desert. I saw Lake Victoria as we passed over that though, and as we flew over the Red Sea, I saw Saudi Arabia in the distance. It looked sandy.
Once I got to the Joburg airport, I was immediately accosted by a porter who swept my bags away and carried them for me to the domestic terminal, which is really obscurely located. You have to go through the parking garage and down this construction-riddled corridor to get there. I have to say, if he hadn't helped me it would have taken a lot longer. I gave him $2 USD which seemed to make him very happy. My travel buddy, who was on my flight from Tel Aviv and is a sophomore at USC, however, got ripped off for $20.
So off I go, to my gate to get to Cape Town, where hopefully I will get into my apartment without a hitch. Here's hoping.
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nadia and mommy
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fun fun fun
You journal entry was the highlight of our day which tells you what our day was, at least no kids with kites or pringles, but I told you that story of how I was once asked to see a kid on an El Al flight who got his penis bitten by another kid in flight. So you aint the only one who has a story. Hope you get to your destination intact and get everything together. Nadia wants the phone # of the speedo guy or the puppy.