As happens almost every time I have to make the DCA-JFK connection, the flight turned out to be all messed up, so I ended up going through Atlanta and then having to actually de-plane in Dakar, Senegal (instead of just having to sit and wait on the plane for re-fueling). However, all of that would have been no problem had my luggage not decided to embark on its own tour of the world ending up in Amsterdam while I was on my way to Cape Town. Despite the messy start to the journey, the surrounding beauty (and the knowledge that I did have a spare pair of unmencionables in my carry-on) erased the unpleasant first impression (besides, the runaway was returned to its rightful owner by the following morning). From the morning I stepped out of the airport, the pleasant breeze, the warm African sun, the view of the mountain (called Lion’s Head) out of my hotel window, and the sights of clear blue ocean all promised an exciting stay.
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