Finally after what felt like forever, we landed in South Africa. Our passports and visas were done by someone that Zach knows in South Africa.
“Don’t we need visas and s**t now?” I ask as the plane hits the ground, and Enzo laughs.
“Don’t stress so much. It will all be sorted out as soon as we climb out the plane.
“But legally we aren’t allowed to climb out the plane until we have those documents?” I ask, and all the boys laugh. Max puts his finger under my chin, lifting my face to look at him. All the boys seemed humoured, and unbothered. They all started getting ready to get out, grabbing their hand luggage and the doors finally opened.
“What is so funny?” I ask, and Francesco and Enzo climb out the plane, and I scoff.
“I don’t know why you are so worried about documents and passp
