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Leaving on a jet plane

I hate airports. They are like bee stings; after enough exposure you build up a violent reaction. I hate getting to them, I hate guarding my stuff at them, I hate going through security at them, I really hate waiting at them. Jo’burg airport is the first airport I have seen where you check your firearms before passing through security.

It is winter again for me. It’s nice to be back in just sub-t-shirt weather. I haven’t seen much of my current base, Grahamstown, yet. My hotel is in one of these famed razor-wired compounds but the streets just out of the centre are more relaxed. In fact, the centre seems rather like a hilly Shepparton (except for obvious demographic differences). This is aided by the eucalypt trees everywhere, a residual reminder of the Boer War. Apparently as one heads towards the ‘township’, a euphemism for a black shanty town from the apartheid era, things become rather rough.

Due to download limits (400Mb per 2 weeks) uploaded photos will be few and far between, and web comics will go unchecked.

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