One night of deep horizontal sleep after 2 1/2 days of vertical sleep is a beautiful thing; strange how keeping so still on the plane can make you feel like you've run a marathon. Last night we had dinner at Sarah's favorite Indian restaurant with Cazie, a daughter of one of the doctors here who is interested in interning on the film. She's super bright and energetic, so it was a shame that my head was still in zombie mode. She's also fluent in Zulu and a number of other languages, and can show us some great hikes + views up in the Drakensburg mountains. I ate a dosa that was the length of my torso, so I was expecting great dreams with the combination of potatoes (wicked dreams: try it sometime), sleeplessness, and malaria pills, but I woke up with no memory and numb arms...to a breakfast of mango juice, bananas with yogurt and coffee. It's much warmer than we expected, and the air is kind and barely there, + filled with birdsongs.

We pick up the car at 2, and it's 2 hours to Bergville...