I am SO happy to have internet! So happy in fact I have spent most of my time since receiving internet service surfing the internet. I felt so out of touch…with everyone. We arrived on the Continent (capitalized ‘cuz it is so big) on the evening of the 9th of September in Johannesburg, South Africa. And they say everything in Texas is big – listen the J’burg airport is a doozy. I know that the mall there in the airport must rival the Mall of America in Minnesota.
Once we disembarked the plane and traversed the gigantic mall area we were led to another area to await transportation to a different concourse to clear customs before being released to go to another concourse for our connecting flight. WHEW! Oh, but it does not end there.
We were deposited via escalator into a holding area with many gate designations and few seats. There we waited until our flight was announced. When our “number” was called we were able to proceed through the doors and board – wait for it… a seatless bus! And, just when you thought, because of the rapidly loss of clearing space between the bottom of the “bus” and the road as well as the loss of acceptable breathing room, that not another person would fit – at least 50 more people were jammed aboard. Maybe it wasn’t 50. It was probably 100. The vehicle crept along until it reached an empty spanse of tarmac where we were instructed to disembark. In the distance I could see a teeny weeny, little bitty, baby size, propeller powered, toy aircraft. Fortunately, the closer we walked to it the bigger it became. What did not increase in size however were the steps. Oh. My. Goodness.
Just to make this long story longer, we successfully boarded and I tried not to look out of the window since doing so would remind me that I was on a “prop job”. The airline was merciful, to further distract me, they served us dinner! That’s right we had dinner on a 45-minute flight! Turns out this meal was better than the one we had been served on our 14-hour Trans-continental flight. The little one remarked that we were having a “gourmet meal!” It was delicious (that or we were just still hungry from not being able to digest much of our earlier meal).
Our sponsor and escort met us upon landing and whisked us away to our “new home”. We chatted briefly and were delighted to see that the sponsor’s wife had graciously prepared a welcoming casserole for us as well. The house was nicely prepared with all of the “essentials” necessary to ease our transition and serve us until the arrival of our household effects. We excitedly settled in for the night.
I was excited to wake up and have my first real glimpse of the fortress that will be home for the next two years.
The journey continues. I am so happy to have you join me! What do you want to know about our journey?