Thursday 4 December 2008
Cape Town, South Africa
What a day. I slept most of the 10-hour flight from London Gatwick to Windhoek, Namibia. Getting close to land was surreal – flat, dry, with patches of green bush dotted by craggy, dry hills. I’m looking for roads, people, houses, marks of civilisation but there is none until we land on something that feels like a landing strip.
We are at Hosea something International Airport. I step off the plane and onto a ramp, descending onto the tarmac – I can’t stop my wildly beating heart. I am in Africa.
On my flight to Cape Town, I saw the most beautiful sunset. Rona always said African sunsets were the best – she was right. Flat brown land all around, on the east the sky is pink, the clouds a deep mix of pink and purple. On the west it is a blaze of red and orange, the clouds are black silhouettes against it, almost like puffs of black smoke from a fire. It lasted around an hour-and-a-half.