Off to Africa - Survival
Well it is finally that time to start my trip to Africa. I am so excited and promise to post more on my trip with my mom later when time permits. I expect long bus rides that I can use to write about the adventures we had.
The Quick Update:
Future travelers, your first lesson to learn from me is that nothing ever goes according to plan. You must plan to be flexible and figure things out. After leaving Kathmandu, Nepal and coming upon my first layover in Dubai, UAE I have found out that my bags are not on the plane. They were left behind due to weight restrictions.
So what does that mean?
For between the next 4-8 days I have only the clothes on my back, a camera, a story book on Rwanda, a passport, and some credit cards. The rest of the essentials including Malaria medicine, sleeping bag, all of my clothes, and toiletries will not be joining me for who knows how long.
Lucky for you I still have my iPad to post and my good spirit. Let's see how this turns out!
How it all went down:
Typical to saying goodbye I sat in the airport panicking saying my final farewells. After an amazing trip together and never leaving each other's side it is hard to part. We sat in the terminal until the very last second. Waving goodbye as she disappeared through the door my eyes teared up again for the millionth time that day.
Earlier I had received news of a friend`s child passing away. Tears poured down my face. It reminded me how precious this life we live is. Time is not forever and you will never know how much of it you have. Then I am reminded again of why I travel. To see the beautiful things and the rich culture of the world. Sitting alone at the terminal for I listened to music and silently wept.
I felt a tug at my pants and hear a thud. A lady had taken it upon herself to move my feet and my bag and occupy the chair. However she did not just take the chair but half of mine as well. SHE SAT ON ME! I am kidding you not. The lady physically shoved my stuff off the bench and then proceeded to sit on my one leg periodically giving me rude glances. Really?!?! Some comic relief when I made friends at the new terminal and told them the story and laughed a lot.
Something should have warned me about the events of the day. From the start it just seemed off. Thinking back now from the second I woke up I knew it would be a bad day.
After a half hearted sleep in which I probably damaged by bladder from holding it the whole flight and froze to death I arrived in Dubai. Yes! Passport control was a breeze. I sat at the baggage claim as time began to pass by. Fifteen minutes went by and then thirty. Before I knew it myself and 19 other passengers had waited an hour. A man came over to inform us finally of the fate of our bags.
"Due to weight restrictions the airline had chosen to take your 20 bags off the plane. They will be able to be picked up tomorrow night at 10pm. This was done because your flights did not continue but were a final destination."
Here come the tear again. Uh no! Please no! This can not be happening. I followed him to the office to make the claim and began to explain. These bags can not come that late. I will be gone. This is not a city visit I am about to take but an African Safari. I try to explain that within a few hours of arrival I will be taking another flight to Nairobi an then to Entebee. Once there I will be getting in a truck and driving 6 hours to remote areas and have no way to access the luggage.
It turns out the lady is from Uganda who is helping with the bags. Great she will understand. Wrong she keeps telling me she is sure the company will forward the bags to me because she knows where I am going. Yes yes yes I am sure that your travel agent will forward your bags. I am sure you will be in Bwindi on this day and in Kigali. No no no I tell her. I even pull out my book with a detailed Itinerary explaining. She doesn't believe the book and insists she knows my trip better.
After checking flights she informs me there is no way at all to get the bags there. Tears begin pouring down my face. I start to cry uncontrollably. She tells me it will be alright and that they are not lost. I try to say right they aren't lost but you don't have them for me so you are sending me into the jungle for 8 days with the clothes on my back. Every emotion takes over. After much pleading I am sent on my way with no answers.
I find the baggage office in the main terminal and meet Moamen. He is the friendliest person ever. I could see if understand what I was going through. He tried making some phone calls, called some other airlines, and finally informed me the same bad news. He is still trying to see if anything can be done.
Then I find out that I am at the wrong terminal and due to the time spend looking for the bag it is almost time to go. On top of that I ask where the airline is and I am told it is another terminal. Cool all I need is a shuttle right. WRONG! Turns out you need a 15 dollar taxi because the terminal is really far away.
Luckily I made it through everything in time all while skyping Tyler. Frantically we tried to find insurance policy guidelines and updates from the airlines. Pretty much left with a bunch of no answers except from the tour company. They are arranging to get me some of the essentials when I arrive. Hopefully we can pull together malaria medicine.
So here I am sitting on the airplane to Nairobi. Stressed but still happy to be taking an adventure of a lifetime!