Journey Day #3

We arrived in Johannesburg sweaty,  tired and generally gross yesterday morning.  The flight was crowded and the cabin was really too warm to rest comfortably.  Once through customs, we headed to the baggage claim where we patiently waited to collect our bags.  We had all but one bag of shoes and one bag of medications and were about to give up when, the last two items to fall onto the carousel were the shoes and the medications - Victory!

Stephen had been here before so knew exactly where we needed to go to catch the shuttle to our hotel.  In spite of this, we had to wade through a sea of porters wanting to handle our baggage, and escort us to the shuttles.  There have been other times in my life when I have wanted a shower as badly - but not many.  On arrival to the hotel,  they graciously stored our baggage, but had no rooms available for early check-in.

It is while hanging out in the lobby waiting that I first read of the terrorist attacks in Paris.  How can this behavior be explained?  Why can't each of us realize that we all have so much more in common than we have differences that set us apart.  I am praying for peace and comfort to all those affected by this senseless event, and courage and wisdom for those who will have to determine how we move forward as a result.

So... the only thing I can do is what I can do.  Share a burger and fries with Stephen, check into our rooms finally and take a shower.  The hotel room design is a bit unusual.  I've never quite seen one exactly like this so I decided to take my shower before Martha gets in because we are sharing a room.

Yes.  The shower and tub are right in the middle of the room with a glass enclosure.

Martha arrived uneventfully and we enjoyed a nice dinner and visit.  The team is together and onward tomorrow.