SATURDAY 11/24
On Saturday morning, after spending a lovely evening in
our log chalet
at Zur Alten Mine Guest
Farm, my mom and I loaded our suitcases and backpacks into our rental car.
We had breakfast with the other B&B guests. To tell the truth “breakfast”
doesn’t quite describe it. It was more like a feast. I had three pieces of
chocolate cake. If that’s considered wrong then I don’t want to be right. We
settled our bill with the owner and he helped us decide which Panorama Route sights to stop off at. We only had two hours
to spare before we had to begin the five-hour drive to Johannesburg Airport. As
we discussed our options the owner asked us if we had heard about the famous
person who had died in the United States the previous day. We hadn’t. He regrettably
informed us that Gene Hackman had passed away. I was really surprised. I didn’t
even know he was sick. It wasn’t until we got home that we realized that it was
Larry Hagman, not Gene Hackman. (I just looked both of them up on IMDB and Gene
is almost two years older than Larry. Stay strong, Gene!)
After we created our game plan for the day we said
farewell to our gracious hosts and drove to Bourke’s
Luck Potholes. These “potholes” were formed naturally and they are quite a
sight to behold. They were named after Tom Bourke who predicted he would make a
fortune prospecting for gold in the potholes. Sadly he didn’t have much luck.
We used our remaining time to visit Lisbon Falls. I had
promised one of my friends that I would take a picture of a waterfall for her.
Here it is:
Just before noon my mom and I officially set our sights
on Johannesburg. On our way out of Graskop we stopped off at a woodcarver’s
roadside craft stand. The man was very nice. My mom bought one of his carved
birds. I was tempted to buy something but I decided to hold onto my cash for
upcoming toll roads and one final souvenir run at the Johannesburg airport.
Whilst en route to the airport we stayed on the Panorama
Route for as long as possible. Eventually we had to get on the “real” freeway.
The skies were a little cloudy and at a few points we experienced some moderate
rain. I realized we were incredibly lucky – we had never once been rained on
during the trip. This was the dreariest scene we saw the entire time:
We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to return
our rental car and go through multiple security checkpoints. It’s a good thing
we did because my poor mom had a terrible time over at the Air France check-in
counter. I would be flying Delta to Salt Lake City via Atlanta. My mom would be
flying Air France to San Francisco via Paris. We both had to print our boarding
passes and check in our bags at our respective airline counters. My Delta
check-in process took me about 10 minutes. My mom’s check-in took her at least 45
minutes. The Air France desk was in complete disarray and when I walked over
there it looked like some of the passengers were ready to throw punches. At
that point my flight’s departure time was quickly approaching so my mom and I
parted ways. The next line I had to go through (where Customs stamps your
passport) took me about 45 minutes. It was awful, mostly because I was baking
hot and I didn’t have water in my water bottle. (I hate that rule!) I sincerely
dislike the Johannesburg Airport. Regardless, I’m sure I will return one day. I
will just be sure to avoid Air France!
When I arrived at my gate I had to show my passport to
enter the waiting area. The boarding process began a little while later and when
I boarded I had to show my passport for the fourth and final time. They sure
had a lot of security protocols! I found my seat and settled in for a long,
long flight. Seventeen hours long to be exact. The best part of the flight was
the fact that the middle seat on my row was empty. This made for a much more
comfortable ride. In order to readjust to the US time zones I knew I had to
stay awake for the first 6-8 hours of the flight. After that I could sleep the
rest of the flight and be on a mostly normal schedule. With the help of some
prescribed sleeping pills I was able to get a good night’s rest.
SUNDAY 11/25
On Sunday morning I woke up with a few more hours to go
before my flight landed. I ate breakfast and watched another movie. Near the
end of the flight I took a look at the flight route map and almost laughed out
loud. The flight was crazy long!
When I landed in Atlanta it was a great relief to walk
around for a little bit! I found my next gate and wrote in my journal to
whittle down the 3.5 hour layover. After I burned out on writing I used my
iPhone to catch up on a few emails and Facebook posts. Eventually I boarded my
flight to Salt Lake City. The end was in sight – only four more hours of flying
to go! To my surprise this last flight is the one that nearly undid me. There
was someone in the seat next to me so all of the stretching out space I had on
the other plane was gone. Plus I had already been in a car, in an airport, at a
gate, or on a plane for the last 28 hours. I was ready to be done!
When I landed in Salt Lake City I did a little victory
dance (mentally, not physically), claimed my baggage and met Stella outside for
a lovely ride back to her place. She had to leave for church right away but I
had time to grab the stuff I had left in her condo and give her a thank-you
hug. I loaded up my car and nervously sat in the driver’s seat before I set
out. I was a little scared to drive back to my apartment since I had sat in the
passenger seat and observed reverse-direction traffic for the last week and a
half. (What if I forgot which side of the road I was supposed to be on?) I made
it home problem free. I finished writing in my journal before I allowed myself
to unpack, take a shower or turn on the TV. I used my remaining hours of
freedom to stretch out on my couch (PRICELESS) and catch up on my DVR and talk
to a few friends.
EPILOGUE
In the weeks since the trip I have had several dreams
about being on safari. I really hope I can make it back to South Africa one
day. If you like animals I would completely recommend saving up your money and
going to South Africa for a safari. My entire trip cost about $4,000 but it was
paid for a little at a time – first the Delta flights, then an in-country South
Africa flight, then a deposit on the safari lodge, then my cash withdrawals
in-country, then my credit card purchases, and finally all of the money I still
owed my mom.
Many people have asked me what my favorite part of the
trip was. I really can’t pinpoint an exact moment. There are too many to choose
from! All I can really offer is a Top 10
Moments in chronological order. (You’ll notice they all involve animals.)
Great White Shark
Dive (Part 3)
Penguins at Betty’s
Bay (Part 3)
Finding the
lionesses (Part 8)
Searching for the Africa wild dogs (Part 8)
Watching a newborn
wildebeest learn to walk (Part 8)
Spotting the
rhinoceros (Part 9)
All four leopard
sightings (Part 6, 7, 9)
Safaris may be seen as a once-in-a-lifetime vacation but
I recommend setting aside time for two or three trips to Africa. Once you get
back from your first trip you just might find yourself perusing flight options
for the following year. South Africa can steal your heart. Be prepared to love
it!
THE
END!
