We had a flight to Joburg at 6.20 and I was convinced that I
was going to have an early night until some bud-heads stopped by. Drinks,
dinner and the frenetic insanity of spontaneous creative interaction and I
eventually got to bed at 1. The alarm was set for 4.15.
Fortunately the night wasn’t too rough and we made it to the
airport in time. Just-just.
I hardly touched the inflight breakfast of powdered eggs and
canned smoortjie with a dodgy little sausage, but the juice and the water were
good companions.
The airport terminal in Johannesburg struck me as being
lightless. Not dark, but bathed in an insipid unnatural yellowish glow.
We were airborne with just a few minutes delay. Castle beer,
more airline food and a relatively short journey of just under 4000 kilometres
as the SAA bird flies and we were in Nairobi and through customs. We had just
retrieved our bags and were on our way out of the airport terminal when we were
randomly stopped by three ladies in the employ of airport security. Passport
and yellow fever card. Busted!
I was supposed to have had my shots ten days before
travelling.
“Normally we send you back. I must take you to my boss. How
much you got?”
2500 Shillings later I was in the taxi to Karen Camp.
So begins the odyssey…
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