Apparently, the city is called Jo-burg for short. Who knew? And we flew over slag pits from gold mines coming in. My seat mates (one from Durban and the other a Brit living here) called them something else, but I can’t remember the name. I enjoyed chatting with them and complaining about how tired our legs were.
But the sunrise! Oh, it’s worth the flight. After I took these pictures, the sun came up, a beautiful magenta pink color. And the skies were so clear. Apparently in winter, that tends to be the case. Can you believe that it’s winter here?!