(^84) Veracruz – Mexico City - By bus
Catching a bus for the return trip to Mexico City was a novelty as it
was a trip which would generally take a few days by bicycle. In the
capital, the Day of the Dead’s festivities were still in full swing and
the central plaza was a hive of activity. As soon as we located
accommodation, I returned to the main plaza which I found crowded
with floats, bands, and tons of people.
Mexico City – Cape Town
The next day, Ernest and I took the underground to another part of
town. Partly to see if I could locate a United Airlines office, and partly
to see a different part of town. Unfortunately, shopping for a few gifts
was unsuccessful, as I was determined to take only hand luggage.
Finally, the fifth arrived, and a taxi took me to the airport, and a bus
returned Ernest to Acapulco. The first leg of the journey was a four-
hour flight from Mexico City to Washington. The flight was chock-a-
block full, and no space for my carry-on bag in the overhead
compartment which was subsequently booked in with the other
luggage. At Washington Airport, my carry-on luggage disappeared –
so much for my determination to only take hand luggage. Mercifully,
the bag reappeared, but as the airport was huge, I had to sprint to
make my connecting flight.
The plane landed in Dakar but, sadly, we couldn’t disembark. The
good thing was the people next to me were Dakar bound, and I had
the entire row of seats to myself during the next leg of the journey.
Therefore, the third eight-hour leg from Dakar to Johannesburg was a
pleasant snooze. Once in Johannesburg, catching a connecting two-
hour flight to Cape Town made me run.
leana
(Leana)
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