Gone South... and back again
I didn't take my camera. I should have. It was all so shiny! That's the first thing I noticed coming into Johannesburg on the direct flight from Tete. The airport is BIG and clean and beautiful and efficient. I got off the plane, rode the shuttle to the terminal, walked straight through the modern passport control maze all stamped and greeted and smiled at. Then signs directed me to the baggage claim where my suitcase trundled 'round the belt to me in about 3 minutes. I followed more signs through the green line in customs and *poof* I was out in the lobby looking for my ride. Amazing. Africa, but not so African. I'm sure I had a silly grin on my face the whole time just marveling at the order of it all. This is life ordered in a western grid... we feel at ease when we are directed almost automatically and impersonally through the big, scary unknown airport. I'm sure a Mozambican wouldn't have felt at ease at all. He'd probably feel abandoned and alone. He...