last-minutes and lost evenings
There’s something peculiar about flying from one empty airport to another on an airplane with only a few seats taken. Tell-tale signs I am probably not supposed to do this. Intercontinental traveling during a global pandemic happens to come with a lot of uncertainties.
Will they refuse me at the next checkpoint because of some restriction i’ve overlooked? It crosses my mind a lot, but I feel too exhausted to even worry about it. I’ll figure it out if shit hits the fence and I’m forced to return to base.
It takes quite some preparation in order to make sure every aspect of life and running a few local companies can be managed remotely. This is not a holiday to me. Life goes on and responsibilities don’t just vanish overnight.
Since international borders might close again at any point, i’ve allowed myself exactly one week to ignore the trauma i’ve been dealing with and not miss this potentially small window to leave.
It got me caught up in a massive todo-list and ended with packing only few hours before leaving. The required PCR test-results came in when i was already on my way to the airport and it was only a few days ago I all of the sudden realized I did not have all mandatory vaccins to even be allowed on that airplane.
All of that while saying goodbyes to loved ones for too many nights in a row and maintain working fulltime to not miss my project’s mid January deadline… it’s been a hectic ride to say the least.
It was only at the Cape Town Airport customs and covid screening I could rest assured they’d let me in. And they did. As with most successes in life, luck has to be on your side as well.
So good morning, South-Africa.
May our journey commence.