Day 17: January 19- The End of the Trip
I woke up at 4am this morning with my stomach in knots. I really didn’t want to leave. I walked outside to the kitchen to see everyone, and hung out with them until they left to film for the day. I then went back to sleep and packed everything. I just kept thinking how much I didn’t want to leave throughout the entire morning.
At 9:30am, Liam picked me and Frank up, and drove us to the Kruger International Airport. I was nervous when I first looked at the outside of the airport because it looked like a thatched roof hut, which is something very similar to what I have been sleeping in for the past few days. Liam took a picture of me and Frank pulling our luggage out of his car, and then said goodbye, and left. We walked into the airport and it was stunning. The entire airport was about the size of Westchester County Airport, but it was made entirely of wood. We checked in and checked our bags, grabbed some food, went to the one shop that there was, and then got on the plane. Frank and I weren’t sitting next to each other, but the ride was only 45 minutes long, so it wasn’t that bad. The landing, however, was pretty bumpy and since it was a small plane, it was kind of scary. We made it to Johannesburg though, and got our checked luggage. We then went and checked in for our flight to JFK, and went to give back our rented cell phones. After that, we walked around the airport for a while, and went through security/customs. We found a place to eat, had some food (thanks to Liam, he gave us money for dinner), and relaxed until 6pm. At 6, we went to our gate and waited until 7 to board the plane for 18 hours 40 minutes with a stop at Dakar, Senegal to refuel. But before we boarded, we were all put in two lines—men in one and women in the other, and we were all pat down and had our bags searched again. Apparently, we are now not allowed to bring any liquid on the plane even if it was purchased in the airport. Pretty ridiculous. After that, we boarded the plan and we were on our way JFK and then to LaGuardia to meet up with QFS kids for our trip to Sundance!
The mix of cultures in South Africa is amazing. I have seen so many different types of people with different social classes, speaking different languages, coming from every walk of life. For example, when we were sitting in Joberg waiting for our plane to JFK, I saw a Muslim man praying in a corner while two men sitting near me played American rap on their cell phones, and the flight attendants spoke in a different language, possibly Afrikaans all in the same general area. I’ve seen people of extreme high class at the Waterfront in Cape Town dining at the 6 star hotel, to people who live in townships in Khayleitsha who basically have nothing. I’ve seen orphans that have been infected/affected by AIDS at Baphumelele, and I’ve met people like the spoken word artist Tulani and the waitress Aritha at Quay Four who wants us to send her a postcard when we get back to the States.The diversity in this country is amazing, and the landscape only makes it more beautiful.
This is a trip that I will never, ever forget. It may sound cliché, but it has changed me in ways that no one will understand. Not only did I experience some amazing things, but I became close to a great group of people. Liam was right, no matter how much I try to explain it; no one except the people who went on this trip will fully understand what I experienced, and how amazing it truly was. I can’t believe how fast these last three weeks have flown by, and I am so grateful that I was able to have the experiences and have them with that amazing group of people. You guys are the best!