I love airports. No matter how long it has been since your last time flying things are pretty much always the same: the smell of coffee and linoleum floors, shady characters, noisy groups of whippersnappers, crying kids, aggravating bureaucrats, the people in the security line who forget to take metallic items out of their pockets about four times in a row, and the glazed-over look all the international flyers have. I love the sense of adventure airports have--you can defy gravity, go anywhere in the world, and see anything you'd like.
We started our journey in the Salt Lake City airport, had a layover in Washington D.C., and then had a super long flight to Senegal where we re-fuled and then went to the massive Johannesburg airport where we caught our final leg to Cape Town. Phew, even listing all of those layovers makes me tired! My family and I counted up all the time flying and waiting in airports and came up with a grand total of 36 hours! We then got a rental car and drove to a relative's house to finally catch some z's.
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