Of course, adventure had not given up on us quite yet. Early the next morning, we loaded the car up and started off towards the airport. I was using dad’s iphone GPS to guide us, but somewhere along the way perhaps I got a bit confused and the map led us to a train station in downtown Johannesburg. Ooooops. Then of course, running an hour late, the iphone battery died, the two maps were no help and no one on the street seemed to want to offer directions.
Airport goodbyes are always hard, especially when you don’t know when you’ll see your family next. Christmas? Maybe, but probably not (good thing we celebrated in July). There is no graceful way to express the depth of my love and appreciation for my parents, and absolutely no possibility of maintaining any composure when faced with the acknowledgement of eminent distance. So, with teary eyes, a few big hugs and too much to say – dad pushed me through to security and on my way back to Vilankulo.