September 20th, 1990

September 20th, 1990

Flight from NBO – JNB

Johannesburg, South Africa

Woke up really early and stayed in bed listening to Sting on my Walkman (glad I changed the batteries before this trip, allowed me to listen, over and over again.) The lyrics to “Be Still My Beating Heart,” remain some of my favourites (it’s a long list!)

“I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean, my logic has drowned in a sea of emotion.”

Who hasn’t experienced that.

Easy flight, followed by a quick jaunt to the Juice Farm with Anita and Molly. Sat and watched the locals coming and going then we came to my room and looked through a bunch of pictures I had developed right before coming on this trip. Lots from the Boston trip with mum and Millie, and a few from Holland.

Molly commented on how good-looking Lorna’s friend Martan is and she chuckled when I pretended to wipe her drool off his picture. Anita said she loves men with blonde, floppy hair, which prompted me to pull out the picture I keep in my crew handbag (aw) of David.

Anita’s expression as she placed the pictures side by side could only be described as gleeful.

“Bloody hell,” she said. “They could be twins!”

“They even have the same, what’s that thing called?” Molly asked, pointing.

Anita looked at me. “Cleft chin, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s uncanny, isn’t it?”

“Did you snog him?” Anita asked with a cheeky smile.

“No, of course not!”

“I would’ve,” Anita stated. “If only for the purpose of comparing nationalities!”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “I’ve heard it all now!”

Molly held up Martan’s picture to her face. “Don’t we make a lovely couple,” she giggled.

It’s amazing how fast the time passes once you start talking about the opposite sex!

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