It’s one week before I fly, the weather in Sydney is rainy cloudy, misrable. I’m nervous and very very busy … too busy to be nervous. I went out with lots of friend saying my goodbyes. I became closer to many people that suddnely I realised they were friend all along. I even met some new people, a nice colombian girl Sandra … she became a friend too, even invited me to stay with her in Bogota when I get there I 9 months – I tell I’ll be looking forward to that. Funny how you meet people just when you’re about to leave!
It was a busy week, a week where I had to quit my job, say my goodbyes, organize my trip, and fly. And fly I did. I sat in my seat my heart bounding, the seat next tome empty … I was scared. Not of the jungle, not of hitchhiking, and not of the unkown waiting for me – that was exciting. I was scared from my self and the search for the soul has started.
I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing … I know my flight will take me to Jo’burgand Jo’burg is a city in south africa … is it the capital of south africa?I ask the flight attendad on my SA flight ‘No Pretoria is she smiles’ I nood thanking her and sounding dumb … in fact I was proud of it for I’m truely heading to the unknown … the exciting … an adventure (I thought).