But not only is my pack still in Africa, I think my Circadian rhythm might be as w
ell (you know, the sleep/wake cycle - read more here). It was nearly impossible to stay up until 8pm on Sunday night, and the only reason I'm up at 1045 right now is because I fell asleep for 2 hours this evening after I rode my bike for a whopping 30 minutes. However, I have felt wide awake the past few mornings at 6am as I am getting ready for orientation, because it is feels like 12 noon! I think I am slowly transitioning back to time and temperature here. I will say that I have not had a bit of trouble transitioning to driving on the right (and I mean both direction and correct!!) side of the road.
Speaking of driving, here's a good story.
On Saturday, Megan and I wanted to squeeze the most we could out of our trip. Our flight did not leave until 8pm, so we got permission to check out of the hotel late and decided to venture into Jo'burg proper. It was my turn to do the driving duties, so I successfully steered us into downtown or the CBD as t
he locals like to call it (Central Business District - it took me about 2 hours to figure that out). We crossed the Nelson Mandela Bridge and found a place to park in the up-and-coming Newtown area. This is the part of town that is known for its diversity and cultural events such as theaters, museums, and music venues. It also has a neat little market and a lot of restaurants. In the interest of time, we ordered "Take Away" from a traditional African food place and started back to the hotel. Even without tilt, power steering, or vanity mirrors, our little VW Citi Golf was doing a nice job of getting us from point A to point B. In fact, we were only about 2 kilometers (a little over a mile!) from our hotel when I ran into a one day old car.
What really happened is that we both turned off of the highway onto a smaller road, and the "Learner Driver" in the car in front of me mistakenly got in the turn lane instead of the go straight lane, so they decided to correct their mistake and swerve in front of me, and then stop abruptly. So abruptly that I did not have time to stop, and I hit them. Causing damage much like this:
So, that led to a delightful encounter with the South African police and a long check out with Thrifty Rental Cars. But we made our flight on time and nobody was hurt, so I guess we'll just chalk it up to adventure. Once we figure out what the police/rental company decides, we may change our tune and/or take donations, but for now its a good story. Right?
Anyway, we had fun and its good to be back.