12.05.2007 14 °C
Johannesburg, 10th April 2007.
It was funny arriving in Jo’burg. Completely against all UN rules, I booked myself into a backpacker type B&B hostel on my arrival. As I was taken to the airport the thing which really struck me was that I was on a Highway. A motorway. Wide, smooth, clear, organised. We do not have them in Kenya. Also, the area around my accommodation looked very like suburban America. Wide roads, leafy criss-crossed residential, 4-way stops, malls… just more security here.
Sao Paolo, 11th April 2007
I have seen less of Brazil than I saw of South Africa… I don’t know if it is my romantic ideal or the winter light, but, as we came down to land in Sao Paolo and drove around the airport, it just seemed like a shiny happy place. Something that I can’t describe…
I’m sitting around in the airport now. When I saw the Air France plane and then the KLM… I felt somehow sad/happy. I am now so far from Europe (in my experience, Africa and many months are between Europe and Brazil) and seeing these things from home was quite a surprise… not at the intellectual level, but at the emotional level. I am sure that many people have shared this experience when far from home but the urge to walk smuggle myself on board the Air France plane was almost overpowering. I almost forgot how excited and fortunate I am to be coming here.
I spent 15 minutes watching the Air France plane leave its gate, taxi to the runway and take off. Just thinking about the connection.