The Looonggg Journey

So, I do believe a recap is in order. On Tuesday afternoon I went to Boston, had a speedy yet fantastic dinner/visit with Jenny Ruducha and Peter Berman, and then boarded a night flight to London. I had a slight panic attack when I realized I was going to be in the back of a section of seats, which all too closely mirrored my horrible flight to Tokyo back on my way to Thailand in high school, in which I was squeezed between an obese couple, and a small Korean lady, with no leg room and my chair wouldn't go back. I sat sitting directly straight with no place to put my bag but right in front of my knees for 13.5 hours. So, of course on Tuesday on my way to London, I had a freaked out thinking that this would be the same nightmareish flight. Yet, British Airways treats is customers well. To my greatest surprise the only other passenger in my row was a wonderful woman from Finland who I talked a lot with. And my seat went back, really far, and I passed out almost the second after we took off from the tarmac.


Next thing I know I was waking up in London Heathrow. I unfortunately realized as I arrived in London, that I had no way to contact my future room mate Giselle. So, I made the quite regrettable mistake of not leaving the airport in hopes that we'd somehow connect in the airport. Giselle of course, the crafty one she is, just went off and left the airport and explored London alone. I wish I had just left too. Instead I went through security and found a nice seat and proceeded to pass out right there in front of everyone for about three hours. This of course only took care of three of the almost twelve hours in the airport before my next flight. I will forever regret this decision of not venturing out to London Town. Looks like I'll just have to go back sometime. (Spencer, I will come visit.)

 I boarded my flight to Cape Town in a sort of panic wondering where Giselle was. I realized that she probably had made her way into London via the tube, but the fact that we were boarding and I didn't see her made me a bit nervous. But as I was walking to the plane I turned around and out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Then just to make sure I had truly seen her I walked around the airplane to find her, and there she was just a few rows away.


Next thing I know, we're arriving in Cape Town. My awesome awesome room mate Giselle (you can follow her blog here: http://GisInSA.blogspot.com/) and I arrived to a very very rainy Cape Town on Thursday morning around 7:30am. As we disembarked from our extremely long, and rather uncomfortable flight from London, we did not see a sign with our names as promised, so we waited. Then we schemed how long to give them and our alternative plan of action to get to our destination. At this point we had basically been up for the better part of two days and were quite disorientated. So we scouted the airport and got some coffee and a snacks and waited some more. As I was waiting in line to get coffee I notice Giselle picking our bags up. I guess, somehow I didn't hear them page "Ms Rajani Marie and Ms Giselle" over the airport intercom system, but soon found the people to pick us up.