Written in Accra Airport at 5 am in the morning:
“The temperature in the airplane cabin was on the rise. People were passing out in the aisle. The captain informs us, at 3:30 a.m., that we must land in Accra, Ghana due to a cabin pressure failure. We land, then sit on the hot plane for an hour before the captain has clearance to allow the passengers to disembark to stretch their legs in the terminal. As it turns out, we’re confined to the gate area, and there’s nothing open, and nothing available. The Accra airport staff are friendly, and go out of their way to find water and juice for their unexpected guests. No word on when we’ll be able to continue our journey. They need to fix the temperature issue, and we’ve been told it could be 4 hours before they can get fuel. And so we wait.
It’s hot here in Accra; and the air has the smell of Africa! Another delay… a mechanical failure and we are no closer to our destination.”
KW
Fast Forward…
01/11/10 marks our arrival in Amanzimtoti, South Africa. Three days of travel from Birmingham, UK to here left us rather travel weary, but happy to finally be here. To our surprise and delight, the entire Seed of Hope staff team was at the airport to greet us.
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The plane had very little food on board, so we endured the entire day with little to eat. After a 6 hour flight, we landed in Cape Town about 8 p.m. South Africa time. After collecting all our luggage and clearing customs, we were in for another very long wait while South African Airways organized hotel accommodation and meal vouchers for all those who were meant to take a connecting flight to Johannesburg or Durban that day – we were simply too late in Cape Town to catch our flights.
To make a long story short, we got in to our hotel room just before 11 p.m. We were starving, but were permitted to order room service – whatever we wanted. The kids each ate a mammoth cheeseburger and fries, and we opted for lasagna and Greek salad, which we enjoyed immediately following a much needed shower. I had negotiated with South African Airways not to take the 9 a.m. flight to Durban, which would have had us out of bed just after 6. We were booked on the 11:55 a.m. flight, which allowed for more sleep and a much less hectic morning. We fell into bed exhausted, praying we’d seen the last of our delays, and anticipating arriving at our destination the following day.
We awoke groggily, but grateful nonetheless for a nice bed and an adequate sleep. We stumbled through our morning ablutions, then shuffled off to the dining room for some breakfast.
We were not prepared for what awaited us. The far wall of the very large dining area was glass, looking south across the bay toward Table Mountain. It was a stunning day, crisp and clear, with cloud pouring over the mountain like Niagara Falls. The breakfast nourished our bodies, and the view nourished our spirits. Off in the distance, we could see Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela had spent over two decades as a political prisoner of the State, until freed in 1990.
After walking outside and taking pictures for a bit, it was time to get organized for the airport. We were picked up in a van arranged by South African Airways, with a trailer behind for all our luggage. The rest of our journey was pleasant and uneventful – a welcome change. We landed in hot, humid Durban, walked across the tarmac to the terminal, collected all our luggage, left the baggage area, and there they were – all our dear friends from Seed of Hope. In that moment, the epic, wearying events of the last three days vanished in the warmth of people happy to see us, and the thought that this was the official start to this new chapter in our lives; the challenges not only of the last 3 days, but of the last 6 months, were merely Foreward to this new story.