Wednesday May 27, Plane to Johannesburg (12:50am)

Awake after not having slept a wink. 40 minutes from Dakar and my first time touching down on African soil. An hour to sit and think about what I've done, and then another 8 hours till Johannesburg. It still doesn't feel that crazy to be on this plane to this place, and at this point I don't know if it's going to. What I'm doing seems so possible, so rational. I've given it a day and a half of my life to than do whatever, but I ask nothing in return. Adventure right? Why do people put in the effort to travel if it's not what they really want? It's a very expensive form for boredom to take. I wasn't even close to boredom, I've never been busier or happier in my life before this departure. It feels like an interruption. But it's what came up. This is as much a part of my life as any of the shows I played last week, any of the things I've written, or the e-mails I've sent. Africa, to me, will become as real to me as anything I've ever done. Part of my history it's becoming.

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