Once I crossed the border into South Africa things began to change rapidly; roads became well paved and even had painted lines, buildings were made of materials other than mud and thatch, and I caught glimpses of organized neighborhoods instead of clusters of shanties.
I camped one night between the rows of grapevines at a winery.
Africa was an amazing continent, one that I look forward to visiting again (and again) one day. Sitting in 11k on Qatar's 16 hour flight from Doha to Houston, I am flooded with mixed emotions. The epic journey has come to an end, but I now get to spend quality time with family and friends. I get to sleep in a comfortable bed, take hot showers, feel A.C., and enjoy a cube of ice in my drink, but I will have to give up my nomadic ways and have an alarm clock buzz me into consciousness daily to join the rat race of America.
Although this is the last travel post, stay tuned for the final update on what has gone down since we have returned, as well as an outlook on what is in store for Jon and Jenn in the near future.