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So I'm back in Johannesburg, waiting for a plane to Amsterdam. So much has happened in the last week+ that I don't really know where to start. So here's a short rundown of the last 3.5 days.
- Thursday: supposed to get on a train to Bulawayo, but the train was fully booked because of a big holiday in Zimbabwe that weekend, luckily I found 1 ticket left in first class for Friday. Pulled up www.couchsurfing.com and found a lady in Bulawayo and sent her a message asking if I could stay on her couch Saturday.
- Friday: Went to Livingstone (in Zambia... which means crossing borders, and everything that goes along with that) to get some $USD so I could pay for the room I'd been using the last 5 nights. Found out that I had 'insufficient funds' on that card, but happen to have an old debit card to a bank in Kansas that had a few funds available. Great. Went back to the backpackers lodge in Zimbabwe around 10:00 am and realized that the power was out... a regular thing in Africa (load shedding). So I anxiously sat around waiting for the power to come back so that I could 1) check to see what was up with my card, 2) see if the woman in Bulawayo had responded. Around 1:00 the power came on, but no internet. Sat some more. Around 4:00 the internet finally warmed up and that's when I realized my debit card had been on a spree in Nemibia. But on the bright side, I also had an email back from Lanis in Bulawayo and she said she'd be happy to put me up for a night. Shortly thereafter, I headed for the sleeper train and was asleep by 9:30 p.m.
- Saturday: Woke up around 1 a.m. and realized the train had been stopped for an unknown reason somewhere between Victoria Falls and Bulawayo. Woke up around 4 a.m. and we were still stuck. Finally, around 6 a.m. a new engine appeared and we were on our way ( 6 hours behind schedule). Around 1:00 p.m. we arrived at the train station and I soon found Lanis just outside the train station. She took me by the veggie market, which was interesting. Everything was ridiculously price, but we picked up a couple potatoes, carrots and a head of lettuce. She then gave me short tour of the city, and then headed back for her house. She lives alone with her two dogs... but has a maid that's been with her for over 20 years who lives in a small house in the back... they're kind of like sisters now. Anyways, had a great time with her, talking about the old days of Rhodesia and the way things were before Mugabe.
- Sunday: Lanis drove me to a gas station and I found a guy on the side of the road who was headed to Johannesburg. He said for $250 Rand he'd let me hop in the back with the 5 other Zims... deal. On the way to Beitbridge we saw all sorts of animals, including a giant cobra slithering across the road... gross... but it stopped for a sec and lifted/flared its huge old head... cool. On the way to the border we paid off police at 4 different stops to let us through. At the Beitbridge border there was about a 2 hour line... but because our driver knew some people, we made it through in 14 minutes and 36 seconds. Then there was the Messina border into South Africa... nightmare. Again, there was a huge line, 8 hours, but our driver got us through in 2. We continued to press on at 120km... two people in the front of the truck and 6 in the back. The 5 Zims in the back were from the Ndebele tribe... they speed Ndebele, which is one of the 'clicking' languages... They're also pretty aggressive speakers as well... which became super comical (to me) when they all started sucking on hard candy and speaking Ndebele... lots of clicking. Anyways, I asked them to ask the driver to drop me at a hotel near the airport...driver said no problem... and after 10 hours of sitting in the back of a truck they dropped me off at the Formula 1 Hotel...where in the first 2 minutes I had killed 3 roaches, and left one alone in the bathroom. Talked to my mom and sister on Skype. Read some facebook message and hit the sack.
- Monday: Woke up at 6:45 a.m. to a large black man knocking on my door. I cracked the door and said hello. He introduced himself as 'Power' and said he'd be taking me to the airport. I told him that I didn't depart until 11:30 p.m....and he said he'd be back at 10:00 a.m. to fetch me. Power was interesting, and somehow, through his Afrikaan/English accent he sounded exactly like Marlon Brando in The Godfather... werid.
- Now: So now I sit on the second floor of the International Departure wing at the JoBurg airport, having mixed feelings about going back to the States and blogging.