The New World (Day 1)

(c) 2015 Edward C Lunnon / 8 years 9 months ill … / Physical: Deuce – Mental: Deuce

Monday 15 June

 
I spent most of Sunday night up and about – an upset tummy is not what you want on the night before your departure! All yesterday’s lovely steak gone and all my pills gone!

Not a good start on our way to the Northern Hemisphere!

Anyway, feeling a bit jaded as we do the last minute packing and head off to the PE Airport at noon – Phillip at the wheel and Sean to join us at the airport.

More later  …

Jeepers! What a Round Road Trip

7 years 8 months ill …
Physical: Advantage ED / Mental: Advantage ED

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I Remember …

… Two weeks ago, Sean mentioned that he may need to deliver a Jeep to a client in Johannesburg (there and back, some 2000 km and twenty hours travelling away from Port Elizabeth)

… My overseas friends: Johannesburg is to Africa what New York is to North America – our powerhouse and economic hub. It’s the City of Gold – both literally and figuratively. Situated on the Witwatersrand ( white waters ridge), it even lends it’s name to our currency, the rand!

… I offered to go with Sean for two reasons: everyone knows my penchant for travelling by now; but, more importantly, he has never driven to Johannesburg nor in Johannesburg ( and I couldn’t imagine my booytjie doing it by himself!) He, of course, turns 22 today, so a very happy birthday son!

… The arrangements for the trip changed by the minute. Then it was on, then it was off, then there were holdups at the bank, then unsigned documents, then a change of heart by the customer, then problems with the delivery time, then time constraints, then … then … then …

… Each time the change in arrangements necessitated a change in the logistical arrangements for travel and sleep overs. Phone calls and BBM’s and WhatsApp’s and and and. The help of friends and family all over the country was called in! Thanks so much for all the assistance!

… Eventually, last Friday was departure scheduled for 4am, then 9am, then 1pm, then off, then on, then postponed till Saturday 9am. Each change brought a change in delivery time to the client and a change in route, change in sleep over arrangements, etc etc.

… We left Port Elizabeth at 9am Saturday morning and Rory Duncan, ironically, was in the lane next to us as we left the City.

… From PE, we travelled via Cradock, Hofmeyer, Steynsburg, Venterstad (not to be confused with Ventersburg or Ventersdorp!) and the Gariep Dam to Bloemfontein, arriving at 4pm Saturday afternoon.

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… Then at 6pm, thanks to Rory, we went to watch the Cheetahs play the Brumbies at Free State Stadium. Cheetahs won 27 – 21! Afterwards, we visited the Castle Corner, then the Players Den (where the players relax post match) and then the local night club Barbas and The Office ( just a drive by as it was getting late in the morning!)

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… At 8am Sunday, after a gourmet Rory Breakfast, we left for Johannesburg via the N1, leaving the Free State behind and entering Gauteng Provnce, the land of the big smoke, at about 11am. We had the car washed in Cedar Road, Four Ways, and delivered it in Broadacres at the agreed time of 12h30 … okay 1 minute late because of a holdup at the security gate of the gated complex.

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… Fifteen minutes later, we had delivered the new and collected the old car.

… At 1h15pm, we were at the Ocean Basket in Modderfontein had lunch (fish from the coast!) at the Ocean Basket with friend and erstwhile colleague Graeme Gathmann.

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… We finished lunch at 3pm, completed the ring road around Johannesburg on the N3 and then headed back south on the N1 to the Free State, with thunder cracking and lightning flashing and rain pouring all around us.

… A pit stop at Kroonstad, and another in Bloemfontein (to pick up a friend returning to Port Elizabeth) took place before we reached Springfontein at 8pm, where we stayed overnight with friend Sandra Staples at the Kuilfontein B&B.

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… After breakfast on Monday morning, we headed for PE at 9am, via Colesberg ( pitstop), Middleburg and Graaff-Reinet (pitstop), arriving home at 2pm.

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… From the Friendly City to the City of Gold, we had completed 3 days, 2000 kms, 53 hours, driven two vehicles through four of the nation’s provinces (Eastern Cape, Northern Cape, Free State and Gauteng), gone through 6 toll gates (there and back), paid R200 in tolls, (and who knows how many e-toll collection gantries and e-toll fines!)

… ED is in tirED!

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Marching to Pretoria (Thailand Day 17 – 21: Mon – Fri: 9 – 13 July 2012)

©2012 Edward C. Lunnon

Written on Monday 27 August 2012: 5 years 11 months on … Advantage CB

And, at 07h00 Monday morning, 9 July 2012, we landed, on time, at JHB – the Oliver Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg, South Africa. We are Africans and we were home!

It was noon in Bangkok and Phuket – five hours ahead of us, but, paradoxically, all that was behind us now.

As in Life, all that remains are our pictures, our stories and our memories … the Legacy of Life – the Good in Good-Bye!

Yes, it was early Monday morning and we were back in mid-winter and back in Africa.

We stepped off the plane in our Thai summer clothing and the cold hit us. We could feel the cold Highveld and we knew we were home.

We could see the groups of Airport staff standing around with surly faces, hands in their pockets and no inclination to assist – not even to hold the door open (or to open it properly to remain open) as we stepped into the airport building! We knew we were home. 

We were moved from one carousel to the next to collect our baggage. We knew we were home.

Only five of the twenty passport control booths were manned and the queues of people from three international flights that had just landed started to build up. We knew we were home.

And then the computer system went down … we were most definitely home!

We went through customs quickly – “Nothing to declare”- and took leave of the Bryants, who were leaving later in the day for George Airport and Plettenberg Bay. Our very much smaller tour group – the four Lunnons – were going on to our administrative capital city, Pretoria (or Tshwane, as some would prefer to call it).

We would be taking the Gautrain, our newly built and opened South African showpiece right into Hatfield in the heart of Pretoria. Were we really home, or could this be a tube train in London? Although everything was so similar to a London tube train, the one thing we did not hear was “Mind the Gap!” However, we did hear that we were not to eat chewing gum (which we were all still chewing from our landing into OT Airport!)

Yes, we were really home and, yes, we can be truly proud of this achievement. We left the airport at 09h00 and were at the Hatfield station at 09h45, where we were picked up by our friend Tony Reeler, headmaster of Pretoria Boys High School.

I have written about Tony and Rose, and Michael John and Alexander before – see the blog “Thank you for the Music”.

The next three days we spent on the campus of the school in their lovely home that overlooks the Union Buildings and the Blue Bulls Loftus Versfeld rugby stadium (I’m not sure at which one of the two the seat of South African authority is vested!)

We acclimatised, got rid of the jet lag (which hit me particulalary badly after this trip), visited, chatted, skindered, snoozed, ate, snacked, Amstelled, yes – braaied!, red-wined, toured the school campus, visited Freedom Hill, caught up and generally just did what good friends do … (and the boys went back to Johannesburg on the Gautrain for two days to play golf with Phill’s friend Brad Mackenzie).

On Thursday morning, Tony took us over to Faerie Glen, where we were staying with my good university friends, Marzette and Thomas Moolman. We repeated the previous paragraph (except this time we took the boys ice-skating in Pretoria North)! We also managed to sneak in an afternoon visit to Pera’s friends Guy and Bev Keeling.

It was a week of cooling down, literally and figuratively! And it was great to catch up with good friends.

After brunch on Saturday, Thomas took us back to the OT Airport. Although I had heard on the news that bad weather was expected in the Eastern Cape, a call to the airline confirmed that all was well (or was it?!).

Our British Airways flight departed Johannesburg a few minutes late – headed for the Nelson Mandela Bay and Port Elizabeth.

Our Thai trip was fast coming to its end …  

 

 

Where’s the Good in Goodbye? (Thailand Day 16: Sunday 8 July 2012)

©2012 Edward C. Lunnon

Written on Saturday 25 August 2012: 5 years 11 months on … Advantage CBD

Tomorrow, Sunday, would see us returning to SA. It would be our “goodbye” day and as my ex-pupil, David Aldo (Abbate) sings from Los Angeles – “Where’s the good in goodbye?”

The Hell in Hello is there NOT being a Good in Goodbye!

In life, for every new thing, person, place, event; in fact, for everything that comes into our life and that we say hello to, there comes a time when we have to take leave of it – when we have to say goodbye. And it’s not always that easy to say goodbye …

And so Sunday arrived, and after breakfast, which started in beautiful sunshine and ended in rain, (what else could we expect by now!) we packed and prepared to vacate our rooms by noon.

The suitcases, not surprisingly, were more and fuller than those with which we had arrived!

Everything went into a holding room, and we were able to use a holding room ourselves, in order to rest and shower before we were collected at 18h00 for our return trip to the Phuket International Airport.

The scooters were returned, driver’s licence returned, last pictures taken, last take-away’s, last walk-arounds, last Thai TV, last naps … but it was not the last rain. The rain rained … and the brightly multi-coloured ponchos, which had served us so well, were scrunched up into little balls and left behind. All we would take with us was the cheap dye of the ponchos that remained on our hands.

We would have no further use for the ponchos – imagine us all driving around Port Elizabeth or Plettenberg Bay with brightly coloured ponchos on scooters in the pouring rain! That would be so infra dig!

One of the nice things of holidaying is that one can do things, and does things, that one would never dream of doing at home! What goes on holiday stays on holiday! All that remains there … and all that remains here are memories …

So, we remember

  •          the arrival at Phuket International Airport
  •          the wrapping of our cases and the checking-in procedures
  •          the wait
  •          the coffee spilt on Phill’s trousers
  •          the washing and drying of his trousers in the ladies and gents restrooms and the well-crafted logistics of this operation by Pera and Sean and Phill
  •          the late departure
  •          the rush through Bangkok International to catch our departing plane to Johannesburg
  •          the efficiency with which that rush was handled by the Thai ground staff
  •          our late departure from BKK at 02h00 Monday morning (Thai time) – 21h00 Sunday evening JHB Time
  •          the terrible trip back (squashed seat, no TV, storms, bumping, no sleep)

And, at 07h00 Monday morning, 9 July 2012, we landed, on time, at JHB – the Oliver Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg, South Africa. We are Africans and we were home!

It was noon in Bangkok and Phuket – five hours ahead of us, but, paradoxically, all that was behind us now.

As in Life, all that remains are our pictures, our stories and our memories … the Legacy of Life – the Good in Good-Bye!