Arrival!

Made it to South Africa this morning!

The flight was basically uneventful, with exception of my little aisle-seat seatmate for the 14-hr. jog to Johannesburg from JFK. He seemed the nicest little fellow, but they he told me that he was coming to South Africa to go hunting.  A frost-curtain went down between us.  Not only that, but someone is filming this expedition to make a reality show or documentary or something. I'm sure he said what, but my brain was still doing an Ally-McBeal mental choke-hold. I refrained from doing Marisa Tomei's "Imagine you're a deer… speech from My Cousin Vinny.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMjwiP29cg4)

Best oddball reaction of the day:  I went to pick up my rental car, and the little fellow, once he found  reservation in the system, started looking at the computer monitor, back to me, back to monitor… and asked, "Do you still want this car for FIFTY-FIVE DAYS?"  He was sure that I had a type when I made the reservation.

Bless his heart. Little does he realize that he'll get the car back, but the clutch/transmission could be a different story.  Seem to leaving parts of it strewn all over every intersection and parking lot in the 'hood. So naive it's touching.

Just finished my first Ouma buttermilk rusk,

It's official. I'm back.