Sunday, July 11
Joburg - Dubai - Birmingham
It's almost 24 hours from South Africa to England with two eight-hour flights and an eight-hour stopover in Dubai.
Dubai crushes my spirit somewhat. I had planned to leave the airport and explore the city for a few hours but it is 41 degrees, I have come down with a cold, and I couldn't sleep on the overnight leg here.
It's all bling, bling, bling as the majority of passengers are frantically running around duty free buying perfume, cameras and gold chains. I can't be doing with it. Give me the friendly laid-back vibe of South Africa instead of this nonsense.
It's clear skies all the way over Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Syria and Lebanon before we head out to sea and the final leg of my journey home.
So many amazing memories from the past 17 weeks flash through my mind.
I feel so proud of what the project has achieved and I feel privileged to have been involved in it all with Bjorn.
The world cup and the South African road trip were the icing on the cake. I had a brilliant laugh with the lads: Geordie Robin, Colombian Rich, Blackburn, Camper Van Nick, Aussie Tim and Swiss Fabio - to name but a few. South Africa was the ultimate road trip.
The plane touches down at Birmingham and I'm in the same pub watching the World Cup final as where I began this adventure back on April 8, nervously waiting for my flight to Nairobi.
My friend Andy picks me up from the airport at half time so we can watch the second half at his house in Solihull. My head is spinning as i tell him and his lovely lady, Vickie, all about the past three months, while on the TV the Dutch team turn the concept of 'total football' into 'zero football' on the other side of the world in South Africa.
I'm glad Spain beat Holland. The Dutch, especially the likes of Van Bommel, were a disgrace at times. It seems bizarre that I was in Joburg just 24 hours ago and that Bjorn and Blackburn might have been in that stadium with Mandela tonight.
After a couple of beers with Andy and Vic we call it a night. I'm absolutely done in. I've also got a live radio interview with BBC Leicester at 7am to look forward to in the morning.
Saturday, July 10
I meet Bjorn who is looking even more knackered than me.
"You must be more than ready to go home?" I ask him
"You can't imagine. I don't even want to think about these last five days here. I want to see my kids now."
Bjorn (as well as Blackburn) is hoping to get into tomorrow's final here in Joburg.
I will be more than satisfied to watch it on the TV if I get back to the UK in time.
I say my temporary goodbyes to Blackburn, who has been a brilliant laugh over these past few weeks at the world cup.
I say my temporary goodbyes to Bjorn, who was an absolutely amazing companion to travel 6500 kilometres with from Kenya to South Africa.
I will miss both of them, but now it's time for me to catch the brand new 'Gautrain' from Sandton to Joburg International and my plane home...
Well, at least that's what I had hoped: When I get to the airport I discover that there is no record of my flight booking on Emirates' computer system.
It's a bit stressful for a few minutes but, luckily, I somehow manage to get rebooked on to my original flight by paying for a new ticket at the airport ticket office. It's fortunate that I arrived at the airport 4 hours before the flight.
Germany are playing Uruguay in the third-place play off. The idea of this match is a bit pointless in football but I am more than happy to watch messrs Forlan and Ozil take to the pitch one last time in South Africa.
One of the things I have loved about this country is how laid back the people are. Point in case is two dozen of us sitting on the hallway floor in the departures terminal watching the match. At least half of those present are airport staff. In another country they'd probably lose their jobs and I'd get a telling off for lounging about like this. But here, nobody cares. I think it's brilliant.
Forlan hits the crossbar with the final kick of the match. Simultaneously passengers begin filing on to the aircraft for our flight to Dubai. My last image of South Africa is a black airport worker holding his head in his hands and remarking "Forlan is brilliant. I wish he could have scored that goal and got the golden boot."
I'm really going to miss this beautiful country and its lovely people.
Sat having a beer in MiliMani Backpackers in Nairobi after arriving mid-afternoon. Good flight over, stopping off in Dubai. Enough time to see the world's highest building.
Bjorn is up north in a huge refugee camp. Big media presence. He's been told one of the press crews will show the film in 48 countries with approximately 20 million likely to see the story.