Nowhere to Go
Cloudy landscapes above Zambia
The departure from Harare was about an hour late. But as I waited I remembered counting down a hundred days in my diary. I remembered starting to pack my suitcase two weeks before. So this- an hour more- was nothing.
Ah, but I lie. It was torture. What’s taking so long? Let’s get on with it shall we. Let’s move it. Forget the check in. We’ll find our way…
Soaring over Lusaka, 45 minutes later, I remembered 1998. Aero Zambia. Dashing for the airport. The announcement over the intercom that I was holding up the plane.
Aerial view of Lusaka
The Lusaka stopover was brief. In Nairobi, there was a five hour wait. As I came out to the arrivals area a female taxi driver came forward and said: “You want a taxi?” with some serious body language accompanying the offer.
I wondered if that ever worked cause it made me scared. Yvonne Chaka Chaka was just arriving- I think for a concert in Kenya and so there was a little fuss happening in one corner with cameras, a chauffer and all.
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