With thanks to Adventure World for this tailor-made holiday.
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.