The last week or so has been... intense. The speed at which moving to another country went from a theoretical possibility to imminent reality caught me completely unawares, and I suddenly had a million things to do and too little time to do them in. Somehow I got most things organised, I suspect more due to luck than judgement, and now - with a few hitches - I'm on my way.

What's weird is that not only do I not know what to expect when I arrive in Johannesburg, but I've been so focussed on the departure date that I haven't even thought about it until now. A 12-hour flight lies between me and finding out.