

And it’s all in economy.
And my outbound route is: Paris to London to Johannesburg to London to Madrid.

That thing was called SAB World of Beer. What do you think?
Joburg city centre is not pretty but it is very interesting.

Fidgety Darren is fidgety.
The final tally: 52 hours out of my flat, 6 flights, 5 airports, 4 lounges, 4 countries, and 13233 miles travelled.

Why can’t I just leave it alone?
Who taught you to buy a medium beer?

Just can’t do anything simply…
I am the last but one to board a heaving double decker plane.

Let’s call today a draw.
One room has 131 nooses hanging from the ceiling to represent the political prisoners executed by the apartheid regime.

So, that’s my first ever pure mileage run done.
So now my passport front has a massive chunk of chewing gum on it.