At the Jo-burg airport right now. For those of you who aren't up on your international crime rankings, Jo Burg is right up there with Detriot (just kidding blake). They maintain that there are worse off countries, but they just keep better statistics than the rest. Hmmmm.
So there was no signs of crime in our short stay in an upscale suburb, but a funny thing happened at the airport. A guy came to our taxi van and started unloading bags and and he looked very official with a bright yellow vest and such...next thing you know the police are giving him the business, asking for ID, exchanging words, and then carting him off. Disaster avoided! Nice work Jo-Burg P.D. You prevented bags upon bags of African crafts from being pilfered.
Our next adventure came upon check-in. Between the 6 of us, we look like Boer Trekers from the SA days of old. All we needed were some ox-drawn carts bringing us up to the check in counter. We were advised that we exceeded the baggage quantity limit, but we were still underweight, so with the help of one of our wheelchair handlers we just shrink wrapped a couple of bags together to create one big bag, and we passed through no questions asked. It was pretty ridiculous. Same stuff, same weight. The only difference was that we wrapped it all together in a rather odd looking blob that one of us will undoubtedly be embarrased to pick up off the luggage carousel back home.
We will be boarding shortly, and the Great Trek Part Deux begins.
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