January 12, 1998 – Gerry’s 30th and I’m in Africa.
Okay – what time zone is my body in?? I woke up at 3am and can’t sleep. (It’s now 4:30) This sucks!
I’m considering calling Gerry for his birthday – but I don’t know where the phone is (or how to use it) and I don’t want to wake Russ. Argh!! Where is that bottle of tequila when you really need it?
I also just realized that I didn’t leave my “Reconfirmations” slip at the airport – and they suggested this was grounds for cancelling return flights. Perhaps “suggested” is a bit soft – they were pretty blunt about it! Needless to say this is not a sleep-inducing situation!
So, I’ll list all the stuff I want to see in Africa:
- Pomegranate Tree
- Avocado Tree
- GNU gnu, spelled G-N-U…” >
- Raw Diamond Crystal
- Gold Mine
- Food Market
- Carnivore Restaurant
- Trains – and by extension – trips on
- Ocean – maybe in Durban or Capetown
- Funky Street Vendors
- Big Bins of Spice
(I figure if that is it, then I’m pretty easy to please… but then again I know that statement is crap.)
Later in the day, the landlady walked in on me while I was making coffee in my nightgown, I finally reached Gerry to wish him Happy Birthday, and I had a lovely dinner with Hilton’s friend Alex… and freaked Russ out a bit because I didn’t get home ’til almost midnight.
First night in Jo’burg and I’m already hitting the scene with young attractive men. Good sign!