We’ve Arrived

We’re here!

In South Africa, after a grueling set of flights and security checks. Exactely hours after leaving the apartment in Dublin.

After some unusually heavy Good Friday traffic, and the taxi running out of petrol (yeah… typical), we made it to the airport 5 minutes too late to board our Ryan Air flight.
We ended up booking ourselves onto a British Airways flight that arrived 1 hour before the connecting flight to Windhoek. So it was a bit of a run through Gatwick. Thankfully we managed to get the luggage (23kg each! yay BA. boo Ryan Air, and their stupid 15kg limit) checked straight through, so that saved alot of time. Although it did take a fair amount of running backwards and forwards between the BA ticket desk, the ATM, and the Air Namibia desk.

The Flight from Gatwick to Windhoek was fairly uneventful. And very empty. We ended up with an entire row of chairs to ourselves, so Jeanine ended up sleeping across 3 of them.
The Pilots are Afrikaans. It was quite a shock to hear that accent again.
I really like Air Namibia, they seem to have kept that old customer-centric approach to things. Friendly staff, flexible tickets.

Windhoek Airport, is something out of a movie. Absolutely flat landscape, dotted with little shrubs. And in the middle of nowhere, is a massive runway and the small airport building.
Standing on the tarmac looking out, and all you see in every direction is perfectly flat, dry, shrubbed plains.
Thats something I’ll never forget.

Its also the only airport I’ve ever been in, where the smoking area is outside on the tarmac…
And the only airport where they employ about 20 people in yellow jackets to stand in a line, like a bunch of traffic cones, to direct people down the tarmac to the airport.

The flight from Windhoek to JHB was nothing unusual. Same old friendly service from the Air Namibia staff.

So 4 airports, 3 flights (excluding the missed flight), 3 in flight meals, and 24 hours later. Johannesburg.

I dont know what I was expecting, but not much has changed. There’s tons of construction going on at JHB International (I refuse to call it by its other “name”). The roads are the same, the drivers are the same. The fear is the same.

Its good to be back with the family. It feels like we were away for so long, but it also doesn’t feel long at all.
The puppies didn’t know what to do when they saw us. Except Giselle, who widdled all over Jeanine with excitement.We

Almost there

So. Its 2:25 on the day that we’re set to fly off to South Africa.

Looks like everything is packed.
Which idiot at came up with that stupid 15kg per person luggage allowance at Ryan Air? I’d like to have a word with the little twerp. He probably believes that if you’re going to be spending more than 2 days somewhere, you might as well own a second, fully stocked house there. Thus negating the need for more than 15kg worth of luggage.

Either that, or he doesn’t believe in toiletries and clean underwear.

Seriously… I’ve had to pack most of my clothing into my carry-on bags, which means I’m going to be lugging all that weight around with me through 4 airports while the baggage throwers get to manhandle two huge bags full of easter goodies for the family.

So this will be my last entry before we’re off to good old .za

With any luck I’ll be able to post updates from my Parents place. They have “broadband” after all…

Holiday to South Africa!

So the dates are finalised, and the flights are all booked.

The family are making space, and the friends have all been alerted.

We’ll be arriving in JHB on the 7th of April, at around 13:00.
Can’t wait!

That is, after a flight to Gatwick, and then a Flight to Windhoek (Yes… Windhoek, in Namibia), and then finally to JHB. Thats almost 16 hours after we depart from Dublin.

We’ll then be heading down to Cape Town on the 16th to do the real Tourist stuff we could never afford to do when we lived in South Africa.. (Isn’t that sad!)

And then we’re off back to Dublin on the 20th. Sadly, not going back via JHB.

So now you all know 🙂
(I’ll be available on my old South Africa Cellphone number during the duration of our stay, if anyone feels like giving me a call)holiday, south africa