African lay-over

All at once the cabin is lit by the dazzling African sun. The earth and sky blend from orange to aqua marine, never quite reaching the deep blue I am accustomed to. There is no visible horizon, which is masked by the same amber haze which seems to hang everywhere. While the climate inside the aircraft hadn’t changed, I convince my self it had become warmer. Unlike flying over Europe the country side isn’t divided into lots, instead its only broken by remarkably long straight roads. At one point I could see nothing but a nuclear plant rising from the orange landscape.

As I stepped out onto the tarmac in Johannesburg I was struck with a sense of adventure beginning to wish I could experience something beyond the confines of the airfield. The sun is setting thought the amber haze and air is sweet, thought I expect that is exaggerated by the stale air inhaled on route.