colloquium

I had a good night’s sleep. I remember having the most bizarre dreams, but I cannot remember them now. Maybe it had to do with the most burning issue I had before falling asleep. Do I want the air-conditioning on or not?

Woke up rather refreshed and I planned the day and packed accordingly. Checked out of the Regente Hotel off Callao and ventured to Plaza Mayor where I was waiting for Mario. But Mario didn’t come.

Walked back to the hotel to fetch my baggage and start the trek to the airport. I SMSed Mario thanking him for a very nice day yesterday, but he said that he would like to see me before I go on my way. So I met him and his father in Plaza de Espanya and we agreed to keep in touch. He seems quite keen to come over for the World Cup next year. And I have my previous ticket to use within one year, so I might just come this way again.

I wish I could bring my father along. There are so many things I want to show him and things I want him to experience.

Collected my stuff, took Linea 5 to Alfonso Martinez, Linea 10 to Nuevos Ministerios and Linea 8 to the Airport. Checked in for my flight to Frankfurt and onwards to Johannesburg. I didn’t realise I was flying SAA back. I don’t like that. Flying on a foreign airline is exciting still. Part of the trip. Flying one of your own airlines back is just a reminder that the fat lady has sung.

Everytime I return from overseas I vow to speak and insist on speaking Afrikaans. Like on the plane tonight for example. Not long ago it still was Die Suid-Afrikaanse Lugdiens, damnit. People in other countries and Europe especially are fortunate in so many ways they don’t even realise. We all should be proud of our heritage and not feel guilty for whatever someone else may think of it. I cannot undo what’s been done and I cannot be blamed for stuff that happened that I had no involvement in.

I get so angry.

Now I’m spending my last euros on a chicken and beacon sandwhich whish is nothing but ham and chicken.

I guess this is it.

The End.