the blue horizon

The tour was taking me to Nairobi in 41 days via 7 countries. I had been looking forward to it pretty much since i first saw the Lion King when i was 12. It took me a while to decided how I was going to it, either by tour or by myself, and once I decided, which tour. I went with Acacia Africa because it was cheaper than most and went where i wanted to go. (If you haven't figured out why I took a tour read the first two entries again). Traveling with me were 12 others, 5 Aussies, 2 Swiss, 2 Danes, 2 Brits and Canuck. All interesting people from all walks of life. Nelson, our driver was Kenyan and our guide Wil was Dutch. The Truck was built for 24 so at least until Livingstone we would be in relative comfort. Before leaving Cape Town we did a Townships Tour via the District 6 apartheid museum. The townships were nestled between the Airport and the city. The same ones that I had passed on my first day. The standard of living had improved but for some more than others. While large fam...

I'm not sure if it was the pending anxiety attack or the scotch and sambuca shots the night before (not necessarily exclusive from the former) but my trip started with me throwing up all over my brother in laws car at Adelaide Airport. Anxiety grew as i approached the checkin counter, scenarios going over in my head, none of them good. Do i have vomit on my face? Will they (correctly) assume i'm drunk and not let me on the plane? In my nervousness will I forget not to say bomb? Did I leave my Passport / Tickets / Wallet / Sense of Humour on the kitchen table? A smile and an "Enjoy your flight" suggested not.The new Adelaide Airport had as much character as the cafe where i said goodbye to the family and friends which i wouldn't see for 5 years. If i didn't already look terrible one might have suggested i looked "emotional" as I got my last glimpses of Adelaide from the sky bridge on to my flight. Once off the ground and flying over central Australia ...