First Impressions

I flew to Manzini on a 30 passenger plane that swayed down the runway and took off into drizzling clouds. From the air, in peek-a-boos in the clouds was green, sparkling fresh-from-the-rain green. Valleys of bright green flowed down from mountains of deep green; mountains that don’t come sharply to a peek, but amble at the altitude lazily; mountains dotted with rocks, the ancient geology’s last stand against the new blanket of green vegetation. We landed in the drizzle, an hour late, and I was met by Andreas and his dotting Greek mother’s Mercedes.