I’m in an internet cafe in Johannesburg airport, almost through a pretty brutal couple of days’ worth of travel. First by train to Berlin, then flying to Madrid, then flying to Johannesburg, a long layover, and later today, flying to Port Elizabeth and driving to Grahamstown.

I look particularly greazy and untrustworthy, and could really use a shower.

But I do like being in South Africa, and am looking forward to first a bed, then tomorrow’s start of the Highway Africa conference.

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