Africa 2012: An… Interlude?
So, umm. I guess I’m back home?
Eleven days ago, I celebrated my birthday in Dar es Salaam. Right between a swimming pool and the Indian Ocean. And then we went to Zanzibar and I got sick and I couldn’t sleep. And six days ago, we left Zanzibar. But because I was feeling so crappy, instead of continuing on to Malawi, I hopped on a plane in Dar es Salaam in the middle of the bloody night, and made it back home. Where I proceeded to sleep for, I’m not even kidding you, 36 hours. Except for one brief stint to do some washing, I really only woke up to take my doxycycline.
I’m still not 100%, I think my stomach doesn’t like the doxy; after each meal, I get incredibly queasy. No fun. And apparently, I already look thinner. You win some, you lose some?
But because I’m weird, I’ve already booked another flight. My plans have changed now; instead of finishing the trip all the way to Cape Town and then going to Ghana for just a few days, I’m going to Ghana on Monday, to visit my friend Georg, and staying for nearly three weeks. I just hope I don’t get ill again. Two and a half weeks without sleep was more than enough, thankyouverymuch.
I’m just really sad I had to leave Kate and the rest of the group. Most of them are ending their trip tomorrow anyway, but I still miss them horribly. I’ll be the first to admit that I had a lot of reservations and apprehension about being thrown into a large group of people who didn’t know each other at all, but it was fine. Everyone was incredibly nice, and I will definitely try to stay in touch. Special shoutouts (even if they’ll probably never read them) go to Jamie and to Jan and Lucie who were all even more incredibly nice to me than the rest.
Between now and when I leave, I’ll try to sort through as many pictures as possible, and there’s loads of them. But let me just say: the new camera and lens were worth every single cent.