local fruit juice

Just landed. Very long trip.
Intercontinental flight completely booked, just found a seat close to three mothers with babies and I thought - I am fucked. It's about this feeling again, the feeling I get just when I feel the plane is leaving the ground, we are not touching the ground anymore and I am going to live another place. It does not mean that I realize I am leaving, it's just about that moment when I don't feel anything, I am light, and there is a tear coming and i am thinking damn I am lucky and I smile alone.

But I always smile with myself, so I don't worry about.
In Johannesburg most of the people is black. There is a poster about beauty of south africa and a black man and a white woman are enjoying a beauty farm. I am thinking about the apartheid. There is beautiful handcraft in the airport duty free. When I'll be back I have to buy christmas presents. I am already thinking about when i'll be back.
Then we are in Gaborone, and everybody is black. I just had a local fruit juice in a can, to understand local industrial favourite flavours. looks like I only forgoto to bring a towel, but nevermind (this time i even have the pijiamas with me). nevermind because there will be less need (and possibility) to wash ourselves. A few days ago my estetician/beautician (l'estetista) was a little bit worried about my trip. "You will not bring with you any body cream?". Sorry, there will still be cellulitis around, and bad skin tone.

It is WARM.