I like to break the mould and I think by sitting in the departures lounge of a regional African airport working on a Countess Chlamydia script I’ve definitely done that.
My flight isn’t showing on what passes for a display board. I’m hoping it’s because I’m so early. Dire Dawa Dilma Telma Yilmach (will have to research and find out who he/she is) Airport is tiny despite huge beautifully manicured grounds that you have to walk about half a mile to reach. Arrivals & Departures are one room and you go through a full security check with any official whose eye you happen to catch.
Africa at its most clichéd.
The bajaj journey here was interesting. The driver informed me he was a Christian and once he’d ascertained I’m not Muslim decided to sing the entire journey.
We skidded around a bemused looking goat as my driver screamed “Hallelujah!” at a passing rickshaw and nearly got shot entering the airport compound.
First of about 5 passport/ticket checks before even checking in.
I struggled to find an internet café with a working printer yesterday afternoon. Eventually as I was giving up I considered that as it was a ticketless airline, I only needed the reference number. Had I not found one I would’ve been in trouble.
This could be a long afternoon.
Luckily I have a plug socket and a Countess Chlamydia screenplay to work on.