Last night, I had a dream someone broke into my hotel room when I was there alone and held a gun to my head.

“Oh my god,” Alyssa said. “That means you are afraid of this road trip.”

“Does it?”

“I think so.”

I bit my lower lip. Nothing I could do about it now, we’d already rented the car and my flight home leaves in three weeks from Cape Town, 1400 kilometres from Jo’berg. I had to drive across the country to prove no one was going to shoot me.