12 hours through the Kalahari desert. our day started at cedric's house at 4 am. that
sounds rough, but still functioning on aussie time, its almost noon. ate some leftover
spaghetti for breaky and at the train station by 530. while colin was sorting out the tickets
josh and I met a guy called Siezway and had an awesome chat with him. he was off to durban,
us Zambia. with our tickets sorted out, we went to find our bus for our long, cheap as bus ride.
your probably picturing a hot old rickity white bus, four to a seat, crammed, with the old
african women holding her chicken. because to be honest, thats what i was expecting. But no,
we boarded this deluxe double decker sleepliner. Rivaling any in Canada, i had a first class
size seat, abundant leg room, and a 360 degree panoramic upperdeck window view. We did do the
expected for a 12 hour bus ride. ate snacks, snoozed, ipod, and i did memorize
all the teams and what group they will be in for the worldcup.
but there were a few nice unexpected things also. when we found our seats on the bus
we were all seated togeather, EXCEPT anna. she was beside a stranger. a white african guy.
but after only 2 minutes we find out he also is a missionary named Dion and even knows YWAM. turnes out
sitting beside this guy for 12 hours was one of the most benifical things ever. he didnt stop
giving us tips about life in africa. how to keep away the mosiquitoes, what to eat, what to do for
water... basically 12 hours of that type of thing. we also exchanged some stories of our own
about the great white canada. also even at a rest stop, he bought us all a coke. this bloke
was great. so as our bus arrived in upington, my expectations for what it was going to be
like were smashed, and after our second leg of travel the spirits were still high and were all
feeling great!
ps. i dont know how i forgot to incorperate this into the post, but during our busride we
looked out the window at different times to see wild antalope, ostriches, camels, springbucks
and wildabeasts. this is africa.
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