For all of you who think that travelling around the world for a year is fun every single day, well, it is. But some days are a hell of a lot less fun than others. Take “today” for example. We decided last minute to cut our time in South Africa short by a week (lots of reasons, mostly it’s dangerously unsafe) and start the European leg of our journey. At 7pm we began making the arrangements, which as you’re about to see were quite complex. At 7:15pm Josh & Sarah showed up (unexpectedly, that’s why we love them) for dinner. By 8pm all plans were made and we were on our way to Five Flies.

At 7am the next morning we left for the Cape Town airport for a two hour flight to Johannesburg. We had barely a two hour layover to claim our bags, go through emigration (“im” is coming into a country, “em” is going out, which really confuses me sometimes), and catch the 4 hour flight to Mauritius. From there we had another two hour layover to use the one computer with an internet connection (circa 1987) in the entire airport to make our hotel arrangements for Paris. We clicked submit on the credit card just as the final boarding call was made. We then had a 9 hour flight to Dubai. In Dubai we had a two hour layover to confirm our seats (which sounds easier than it was) on the final leg of the journey for the 8 hour flight to Paris.

And so, 36 hours later, here we are. Of course the shuttle from the airport dropped us off at what we thought was right next to our hotel. But it wasn’t. After all that we ended up walking nearly 2 miles with all of our bags. In the rain.  If you're keeping track of our miles travelled section, we covered nearly 10,000 today.