Life in Africa is Hard
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Africa has a lot of big problems, but it's actually day-to-day living that is so challenging.
Where I live, there is only one airline that flies directly to Europe. Air France only flies three times a week, and on Africa time. Sunday's flight departed on Monday afternoon. I was scheduled to fly to London on Tuesday night.
Air France delayed until Wednesday afternoon. Good-bye mani-pedi, but oh well.
We took off. I settled in. An hour later, the purser announced we had a technical issue and were returning to the airport. It was tense in the cabin, with none of the inane chatter that characterizes preparation for landings normally. They stayed off the intercom, except when issuing emergency instructions.
We had a rough descent but a smooth landing, taxied to a stop right there on the runway, and deplaned. They wouldn't let us leave, saying it was not going to be a long wait. Grateful not to be hunks of charred meat nuggets strewn around the countryside, we were happy to go sit in the lounge. Some people were quite shaken up, so, at first, the delay was welcome.
Five hours later, they told us to go get our luggage. They still hadn't officially cancelled the flight, which meant they'd made no effort to rebook us. There are few flights in or out, so seat space is at a premium.
I finally got on another flight, departing today, arriving tomorrow, 50 hours late. Hopefully.
Sadly, I have tickets to see the Harry Potter play, Part 1 tonight. These tickets are hard to come by, and I've been waiting for nine months.