source: Daily Mail UKBy Alexander McCall Smith
Last updated at 22:54pm on 18th August 2007
I suppose it's a sign of travelling too much to wake up in a static bed and think: 'We must be flying through an area of smooth air – no turbulence.'
That's what I think now, on coming to, and then I hear the cooing of doves in the jacaranda tree outside.
Through the window comes the bright sunlight that fills the air of this African winter morning. The morning air is cool, but has the quality of champagne: sharp, exhilarating, intoxicating.
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