Homeward Bound (8/24)

We packed our bags, loaded the Jeep, and bid adieu to our honeymoon cottage. Breakfast was bittersweet as we settled our bill and took one last peak at the beak of a hornbill. Our journey home began with a last goodbye to the cheetahs

at the start of the 3-hour drive back to Windhoek. We stopped at a crafts market and bought a bowl allegedly made by the proprietor's grandfather.

Anne and I spent most of the ride reminiscing about the cornucopia of exciting experiences over the past 3 glorious weeks—dogs, cats, derms, lopes, LBBs, rhinos, simians, seals, dunes, etc..

Our three BA flights were uneventful, the movies hadn’t changed, and the food in-flight was predictably BA (British Awful). However, our 12 hours in BA first class lounges in Jo’burg and London were downright enjoyable, with a wide variety of cuisine to choose from in a pleasant atmosphere with comfortable seating.

And, as I peeked out the window on our descent into O’Hare, I marveled at the site of a whirring jet engine, and reflected on the irony of man-made advanced technology that allows us to witness nature at its very best half-way around the world in a MERE 36 hours. Thanks to Wilbur, Orville, Stanley, and Livingston!