Last leg

We lucked out a second time with a fairly empty plane. Not really the most comfy space to stretch out but better than being upright all night.

We were nabbed as smugglers at OR Tambo though when one of the sniffer dogs wouldn’t leave one of our bags alone.

The scent of black pudding and sausage doggie treats were clearly too much for the wee beagle to ignore. One sausage to him and a caramel wafer to his handler was our fine before we headed off for the usual riotous welcome from the hoolies.