So here comes D-Day. Our flight was scheduled for February 3 at around half past six in the evening. What was I feeling that time? I really don’t know, nervous and excited perhaps. Being used to traveling far away from home, going outside the country felt just like taking another ordinary trip. There were no emotions at all that would make me think twice about going. What has only made me worry was the twenty long hour trip. Thoughts about planes crashing and going missing just went through my mind. Guess I watch too many movies :p.
A Sojourn in South Africa I: Arrival