18 hour Cape Town trip

Waking up at 4am is a painful experience especially when you’ve only had 4 hours sleep. I had to convince and bribe my eyes to open with false promises of a full night’s sleep tomorrow.. haha yeah right suckers! Even my dog horrified turned away and went back to sleep, while I flopped around my room trying to get dressed. Still half a sleep I drove myself to the airport at a ridiculous speed since I was running late as usual and there was absolutely no one around, all the clever people were still sleeping.

The airport and my flight was packed with people who looked and felt like me, bleeding eyes and constant yawning. I took my seat and started finding good sleep positions, as there was no way I could possibly stay awake for the next 2 hours, err that is until not one but TWO amazingly hot guys sat in the seats next to mine, the flight was spent with smiling and giggling at absolute rubbish, again my inability to act normal around a good looking guy kicked in and all went downhill from there.

Cape Town lovely as always wasn’t seen by me, all was a rush to get to the meeting, my rental car resembled something that looked like a huge microwave and rattled at a speed of 120km, well after the booking confusion I was just grateful I even got a car. Sat in a boardroom for 4 hours, lost concentration after 2 and the rest was a blur. Back at the airport dropped off the rattling microwave and zoomed off to check in only to be notified that there has been a delay in the flight schedule which resulted in me sitting at the airport for 2 and a halfhours. Oh the joys of flying Kulula. The flight back was spent trying not to fall asleep on the unfortunate man sitting next to me and listening to a bunch of screaming children (I must be one of the unluckiest people when it comes to children, they seem to be everywhere I am, isn’t there like a special cargo hold cage thingy you can put them in?)
The plane bounced on the run way and we were home! Home sweet home!

Looking forward to my next CT trip in December, a whole week of fabulous and no work!!

PS: Sandwich dilemma, the guys I work with decided to go to lunch, so I asked them to get me a sandwich, on arrival back to the office I got the good news: I still have R40 and the bad news: they forgot the sandwich so I am now resorting to eating my table and will be working on the floor from now on!

PSS: A Special Happy Birthday to the Sexy Cousin… - For all the advances in medicine, there is still no cure for the common birthday.