Chappies can go a long way..

nostalgia.
A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.
The condition of being homesick; homesickness

melancholy.
Affected with or marked by depression of the spirits; sad. See synonyms at sad.
Tending to promote sadness or gloom: a letter with some melancholy news.
Pensive; thoughtful.Pensive reflection or contemplation.

too some people missing something wakes different emotions.depression.thoughtfullness.longing.like lien on a couch listening to the rain. like a little girl missing her teddy bear.

flying over Cape town to Johannesburg early Sunday morning this unbelievable sense of lost set in;an empty sickening feeling. in this fragile state of mind i was starting to put 10months too a year into perspective and suddenly whilst sitting on that plane it seemed like an eternity.

well the whole trip was too visit the Turkish embassy early Monday morning. a in and out visit. "a go see". because apparently we needed to go through interviews and interrogations in order to be issued a visa. yep. that never happened. and all in all it was quite awfull.we sat there from half past nine too twelve. just filling in a few forms and handing in our passports( keep in mind we did courier all of this up at a pain ull amount of money) with the help of Gloria( the tom-tom)me and Sam ended up driving up and down one ways ,first ending up at the Chinese embassy,then the Bulgarian embassy-third time lucky,and we found the Embassy -on foot- I'll have you know.

we were calm . cool. collected. with our hair neatly brushed,all covered up like convent girls with our best smile. The Mario guy behind the class spoke in such a thick Turkish accent,it was like someone put earplugs in my ears and bashing me over the head with a wet cloth ,expecting me to understand.i just smiled ,and luckily for us kids, Emile,one of our amazing travel companions and a french teacher(figures) helped us getting everything in order.

so you can imagine the surprise when the man who organises everything phoned us and kakked us out like a fishwife mother. apparently we threw a tantrum at the embassy? who?us? pffft. honey. we go to a performing arts college ,you'll know when we are throwing a tantrum.so that came as a bit of a shock to all of us.

if there is one thing i hate in life it's unfairness.

so after we all calmed down it was back to Lanseria airport.Exhausted and emotionally drained..we all were craving chocolate cake. cinnabuns and pancakes with Milo. it was lovely. and i bought myself n sak vol chappies bubblegum.so that i can chew my jaw numb and read the "did you know"sections over and over. ei karamba. whilst sitting and chewing myself into another dimension looking like a hamster ,i could see Sam getting a little uneasy.starting to sweat and going all sorts of colours.like a nicker ball.red-pale and that ended up with her on oxygen and me handing her ice-cubes and a wet cloth.she was not well.so we were quite relieved to touch ground.

all and all it was the start of the Adventure with us meeting the new,the bitchy and the camp. driving in a Johannesburg storm with Grant and Sam praying to stay alive and Claudia our new found-always late- friend.( he's name is actually Nigel). i did learn the currency of turkey though. Lira and Kurus.this is going to be harder than i thought.