It’s a whole day of flying. Changing planes constanly. In big ones and small ones. We’re early back on the airport. Hoping there will be a flight today. I slept on a mattress on the floor of a dining room in a house full of helicopter pilots.
The Israeli looks exultantly. ‘Because of me we have a private jet today.’ Indeed there is a very small private plane, so perhaps he is right. After changing many flights we arrive in the evening in Oudtshoorn, the city of ostriches.