However, mine began with a half hour wait at immigration before I had even left Australia. I should have treated it as a foreshadowing for what would happen when, 30 hours of travelling later, I arrived at Cape Town International Airport to be told that, I had to prove I was going to leave the entire African continent, not just South Africa. Which, having not bought a ticket home yet, I couldn't do. So I got to hear the magic words, "will you just take a seat so I can check with my supervisor..." Obviously, given I'm writing this about my first day in Cape Town, the supervisor rolled his eyes and waved me through. So I arrived at my hostel (with the zebra patterned front door), showered, watched some Afrikaans TV and fell fast asleep.
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