Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: A Bigger Uniform

Throwing my case onto the spare bed in my hotel room, I plug my charger into the wall and put my phone on to charge. I forgot to charge it last night, so it died halfway through the flight down to Bloem.

While I'm waiting for it to light up, I strip off my god-awful uniform, hang it in the cupboard and dig out my comfiest trackies. I am all about comfort. Give me tracksuit pants, leggings and oversized checked shirts every day for the rest of my life and I will die a happy woman.

The charcoal is stiff and unforgiving and does nothing for anybody, and my first mission after every flight is to get it off as fast as humanly possible. My phone chimes on the bedside table and, without looking, I already know who it is. It's the one person I can't go a day without speaking to. My best friend. Menzi is the only person who chooses me first, above everybody else, day in and day out.

His name with the twin emoji next to it confirms what I already knew.