Arrival is easy. Jet lag never bothers me when I arrive in another country. Coming back takes a while. I thought I’d give myself four days. But no. I am in Day 5. Having drinks with friends last night, a veteran traveler said it took her four or sometimes five weeks to get over jet lag.
What brought my jet lag to my attention was someone I ran into yesterday who asked, “Do you realize you texted me at 2 a.m.?”
I simply blinked. I wasn’t sure whose 2 a.m. are we talking about. I’ve been a bit loopy. But it was worth it!
To witness my daughter as she breathed in the amazing three rondovals was amazing. The name comes from the way the mountains resemble the traditional round hut. I’d wanted to get her there to see the beauty of the country where she was born. The three oldest were there when they were young children. My baby, now 37, was born in the Netherlands and is the only child yet to experience Africa. Hopefully one day.
We had to skip a great deal, of course, but we did make it to Malamulele where I volunteered from 2000 to 2012. Seeing old friends was a bit like speed dating because we had only 10 days to actually see the entire country. (Three days were spent traveling back and forth between continents. (I originally said 14 — but it was only 13.) The trip there was 19 hours, the trip home was 29 hours. Now that’s another story!