Cape Town. Ear Infection. The End.

While lying in bed this morning at 3am, wide awake, hungry, and with my left ear ready to explode off the side of my head, it occurred to me that I don't think I've had an ear infection since I was 10. So, it just makes sense that I would get one my first day in South Africa. Thank goodness for Dads who force you to bring antibiotics even though you swear you won't need them.

The journey over was 40 hours in total. Enough said. Factor in a sinus infection and maybe 4 hours of sleep over 3 days and it felt more like a week. On the up side, after putting on a few extra layers in the Frankfurt airport, I took the train into the city for the morning. It was beautiful and cold. I was forced to play the dreaded 'stupid American' role a few times with how little German I knew (do I really look that German?? Because even with a pack on, looking like a total tourist, people seemed to think I was local), but I met a nice man from Cote D'Ivoire on the train and we spoke French for a while which made up for it.

While in Frankfurt, I got an e.mail from Ina saying she was sick as a dog and couldn't fly till this weekend. So I arrived in Cape Town solo and made it to the suburb of Rondebosch. On the cab ride over, we passed one of the largest slums in Cape Town, Guguletu, which I'd just finished readinga book about last week. So surreal.

My dear hostess Diana's home is lovely and covered with flowers and sun. Off to take my pills and attempt sleep. Love to you all!