South Africa



Well here I am in South Africa.  The inner tour-guide in me wants to start spouting facts and figures about the quirks and landscapes of the country, but I'd be dishonest if I said I had seen much of the place.  Our drive into Pretoria was a wild one.  Our muttering taxi-driver drove us in perfect silence (except for the roar of the car engine) at break neck speed from the airport to our lodging at the Catwalk Hotel.  On the way over I tried to capture as much as I could of the countryside.  After all, my brain didn't even know what to picture when I had imagined myself in South Africa.  I know so little about any of the lands here in Africa, and to go to one that is so maintained and orderly runs contrary to all my preconceived notions.


~Noah

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