I spent my last day with friends and family, topped off with a beautiful smile and a sunset nearly as breathtaking and couldn't have left under more auspicious circumstances. I chased my last Californian sunset over the hill, rushed home to grab my camera, and headed to the highest point in La Crescenta. Pictures to follow when I get settled in.
I apologize for the commitments that I couldn't fulfill before I left, but I'll be back. :)
I left LAX for Atlanta, then headed to Dakar, Senegal. Shortly after, we made our way to Johannesburg, South Africa. Due to a delay back in Atlanta, I missed the last flight out to Lusaka, Zambia. Forlorn, I went to South African Airways for a ticket reissue. Pending an additional charge, I went to the Delta counter, where they reissued me a new ticket departing the following day, a mere 16 hours later. Not unlike Tom Hanks in The Terminal, I traversed close to the entirety of the entire airport dawdling. Much to my good fortune, I came across three fellow Americans, a couple from Idaho visiting their son in the peace corps in Zambia, and another, visiting his sister in Zambia. Together, we went to Dove's Nest for a hot meal and a good night's rest. I completely passed out at about 10pm only to bolt out of bed at 12:30am. My roommate and I were convinced it was at least 6am. Ah, the beauty of jet lag.
Fastforward. Sunrise. Made it to Zambia and picked up by driver at the airport. Reached project site. Took a nap and woke up to excruciating pain from mosquito bites on the foot. Met most of the current interns and went out together for Indian food. Bestowed critical information: Mosi is the beer of choice.
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