We stood in line waiting to board. Ahead of us was two hours to Atlanta with a two hour layover before an over night haul to Johannesburg. We'd have to arrive an overnight at an airport hotel before a short hop to Gaborone, Botswana on Sunday morning. We waited. Boarding time passed. A broken cockpit gauge stood between us and an African adventure.
A series of announcements soon brought home the reality that we were not flying today. All connections would be missed. It was chaos as people scrambled to change flights. John reached the airline reservation desk (Bless the smartphone1). Two hours later we were rebooked. We fly tomorrow evening. Instead of arriving in Gaborone Sunday morning with the day to enjoy before my conference begins, we arrive Monday morning after it has commenced. At least we will get there.
Into Africa is now Out of Africa. The good news is we are packed. The bad news is that the trip is 8 hours longer. We must go through Amsterdam, not Atlanta. And, I forgot, it's coach all the way.
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