Days 8 and 9 (Wednesday and Thursday) - Hot, then Cold

I'm done with South Africa. It was wonderful, I loved it, I want to go back. But I'm as sick of writing about it as you are reading it. So, quick wrap up:

Wednesday - Woke up, ate breakfast, went to local market, bought sunglasses, drove to wine country, tasted a bunch of wine, went to olive oil farm, tasted olive oil, bought olive oil, went to the tourist trap 'Mama Africa' for dinner (yahoo travel's #1 dining destination - I should have known), back to the hotel, slept.

Thursday - Woke up, packed, ate breakfast, went to airport, waited around for 2 hours, flew to Johannesburg, met a family from Zambia that had to fly to Cape Town to delivery their baby due to the awful medical care in Zambia, arrived in Jo'burg, waited around for a couple hours, flew to New York, the movies on the plane weren't updated so we were pissed, landed in New York, cold, drove home, went to supermarket, asked how the teller was doing, he responded by blurting out, 'awful, I just got paid and I'm still here. I want to go spend this cash. I can't stand working here.', ahhh...America.