Friday, 12 December 2008

Namibia - Day 24 - Johannesburg to Heathrow and Huddersfield


Day 24 – Johannesburg to Heathrow and Huddersfield

Wide awake at 5am. Landing soon. I bet it’s bloody raining in England. Either that (Becca just spazzed) or it’s been the hottest summer on record and people are taking drastic global warming prevention action.
Beat Lawrence in an epic of a chess game. Just heard Rockstar on the radio, which is always good. Just so glad it’s a song I recognise. Had Gnarles and Outkast on in the early hours. That was fun too!

Just remembered. In a shop in Johannesburg, we passed a cabinet stocked with fragile-looking ornaments. On the front of the cabinet there was a sign saying ‘Now ask for assistance’. Why? I can see the cabinet and its contents perfectly. It was as though I am unable to look by myself. Maybe it was for the kitchen area of the shop? Maybe the African kitchen department was deemed too dangerous and hazardous for a member of the public to enter unaided? Oh how we can only look back and contemplate.

Back to the plane. There’s some shite on the radio now… It’s usually crap. Right, I’m turning it over –
Whey! Channel 8 has that strange African song from the Lion King or summat like that. We took off with this song about 10 hours ago.
And now it’s changed to shite again. This radio is strange. Got ‘Bridge over Troubled Waters’ now, which has just decided to finish early. Or did I arrive late?
Shit! Thought Bowie was on but it was bloody Elton. Time for change…

Sacked it off now. We’re over Paris so nearly there anyway. Plus just missed ‘Wonderful World’. What a pain in the arse.

Just realised they’ve only offered us one chance for free alcohol. I was gonna stock up proper! Only ordered one whisky and coke whilst Lawrence got 2 bottles of champagne. And Becca and Katie got more and more whisky. Not fair in my opinion.

Whey! Bit of U2 on. At least I recognise this song. Aaaaaand now back to nothingness.

On coach now on the rainy road back to Huddersfield. Our group stole the back of the coach. Oh yeah, we’re the best. Most of group 2 we’re being twats whilst watching a film… figures.

Attempted ‘Wonderwall’ on the coach, which never really came off.

Not arsed though. We’ve already done it in church!

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