Bed to bed, it was 27 hours today, most of
them spent crammed into an economy seat aboard Qantas planes, Auckland to
Sydney to Johannesburg. Probably the less said about that, the better. Arriving
in this case was far better than the travelling, especially as the hopefully
bit didn’t enter into it (not even the chance of an upgrade).
Views along the way included Rangitoto
through a rain-spotted ferry window; Sydney’s uninspiring back door view
instead of the cross-harbour collection of cliché icons; expanses of Antarctic
ice, bergs included; and the unseasonably dry flat land around Joburg.
And then we crept along concrete motorways
through thick traffic to, eventually, the Protea Balalaika Hotel with its
clubby atmosphere and hooded armchairs, light-girded trees and, so welcome, its
large and comfortable bed.
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