In the morning

It's 6.00am, I've been up for two hours (after I went to bed at like 2.00am last night..ehm, this morning cos we just had to go out on our last evening...) running around for some reason nervous as hell. I mean, I really should still be catching a good night's sleep since I have a 24-hour journey ahead of me but it's not happening. I don't even know why, well, the last coupla days have been kinda weird, everyone coming around to say bye but I didn't really feel sad cos even though I knew I was leaving, I didn't actually feel it.
I'm nervous even though I shouldn't be, I mean, for christ's sake - this isn't the first time I'm travelling and for the first time in my life I dont have to worry about my luggage being overweight. I've got my visa sorted and the ticket change should be no problem at the check-in desk later and even though I'll be running on a very tight schedule when I get to Jo'burg to switch planes I'm sure it'll be fine and they won't leave without me.

Ah...Mark's up. Looks like he's getting his last bits and pieces together. That's what I'm gonna do now I think.

And check out the pics, I've uploaded some more.