About 8 hours into my flight home I opened the window of the 777 and looked out. There, squarely in my field of view was the iconic Southern Cross, something I only first saw on day 40 of this trip (too cloudy and i wasn't looking in the correct direction). Was this sighting coincidence? In my opinion, nothing is coincidence, but was this like the rainbow stories of Noah's Ark? Was it a sign? What did it mean?
For a moment I pondered what was a truly massive undertaking, this Great Journey as I called it on what I'm writing.
We would travel almost 27,000 miles on a trip I dragged my wife and Don and Nancy Harrington on.
This was a self-planned operation with an exploration cruise in the middle. I flew from Minneapolis to Atlanta to Rio to Montevideo. Then we rented a car and drove up to Punte Del Este. Then after seeing Uruguay, we drove to Montevideo caught a ferry to Buenos Aires before catching a flight to Ushuaia. After spending two days driving around Argentina's southern city, we caught a boat, which toured 5200 miles to Cape Town via the Falklands, South Georgia, and Tristan ending up in Cape Town. We drove over 500 miles to Port Elizabeth, being 9311 miles from home at our farthest point on the Indian Ocean. We flew to Johannesburg and drove to Pretoria and a week later flew 18 hours to Minneapolis and drove 7 hours to pick up my truck and the dog and got home, seven weeks later.
To the Tristan Thrush on its namesake island
To Rheas and ostriches
They talk about the big five of Africa, Cape Buffalo, Elephants, Leopards, Lions, Rhinos, and yes, we saw four
Best bird IMHO, Magellanic Woodpecker as it was the most thrilling to find
I even visited cemeteries, and in one case, was harder to find than many birds.
and my Century Club count is up to 48, only 52 destinations to go
You understand now why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day