At the Nairobi Airport

Hello,

Just a little note from the present, I am still feeling fine. It is a nice thing to get so much sympathy at church. The pain and trauma is almost worth it. Being a hypochondriac has some attraction. In addition the swelling erased almost all my forehead wrinkles. I declare it to be as good as Botox.

Now back to the airport. After standing in other lines first we finally got to the point of checking in our bags and getting confirmation of flights. Sarah had a paper ticket and I had an e ticket. It required some time and an additional person to get us checked in. They handed us our tickets and said, “You are not seated together on this plane, but you can work that out on the plane. Also out of Amsterdam you will not be on the same plane.”

“What does this mean?” we wondered. I had called the companies and made sure that we were on the same plane with seats together.

Sarah and Lexi had been moved to a later flight. We did not want this to happen. “We both want to be on the earlier flight,” we told them.

After much time waiting while they tried mysterious things they finally got us both on the later flight but they could not print my boarding pass for Amsterdam. Sarah could not back on the earlier flight, as it was full. This made no since as to why Sarah’s flight would have been changed without telling her about it. Sarah figured that we should just get to Amsterdam and deal with it there.

When we got on the plane we found that I was sitting one row in back of Sarah and to the side. There was a couple with a baby. The women and babies were sitting together and the man was sitting in front of me. Sarah asked if he would like to trade with her. Sarah then sat beside me and when the person came in she asked if they would mind sitting in the seat in front. That was ok with them so we got to be together for this eight-hour flight. Lexi was a good traveler and sprawled across our laps managed to sleep some.

Paula