The trip home was a gruelling one.  We rode from Cape Town to Doha, Qatar, for 10 hours, then had an 8 hour layover in Doha.  Got on a plane from Doha to Washington, D.C. for 15 hours, then a 6 hour layover in D.C. for our flight home to Atlanta.
We were very glad to hear the immigration officer in Washington say "Welcome Home".  We told him we were so glad to be home.  We were looking forward to food we could eat.
Food is very different in the places we visited.  Meat is tough and doesn't taste like what we're used to.  Not many kinds of vegetables and only melons and pineapple for fresh fruit most of the time.  And they don't cook things the way we do.
The poverty is overwhelming in the countries we visited.  The housing made of any scrap materials like tarps, tin, cardboard or fabric and the carrying of water in containers in wheelbarrows from a distribution point was very sad.  We have our share of poverty in our country, but nothing like what we saw in Africa.  The beggars on every street in Johannesburg were off-putting as well as all the men on the streets of Zimbabwe in your face every few feet trying to pressure you to buy their wares.  I'm not sure what hope there is for the children of these places.
The trip was an amazing one and we're so glad we did it.  Lots of memories and lots of wonderful sights and animals that we probably won't get to see again in their natural habitats.   Another check off for the bucket list.