Couldn't be in Johannesburg for one night without some mishap. We were staying in a hostel right next to the airport to catch our very early morning flight to Namibia (where I'm writing from).
We stupidly left our luggage next to our dorm beds and went out for a few hours. (Security had been so automatic on our trip for so many weeks, we had totally let our guard down when on our own. Not that we could have done a whole lot since the place didn't have lockers-- a must for sleeping in a dorm room in a hostel.)
When we woke up, Bruce found his trusty (expensive) fleece missing, some money gone, and stuff in his bags thoroughly out of place. The zipper on one of my bags was broken fully unzipped, so I only lost the easy use of one bag-- I tied it up for the flight here. I think they must have gotten scared off when they got to my bags because I could tell they were invaded only superficially. (Also my iPod and camera weren't stolen.)
So that sucks. More for Bruce than for me, but both of us are a bit shaken up. I'm looking forward to a great time in Namibia. The desert is calling. I guess we're fortunate something more serious didn't happen in Jo'burg, given its reputation as a very dangerous place.
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