How not to travel...

If all had gone as planned, I would be in Luanda by now. But… flight was delayed last night until the morning.

It’s good that I speak English (although it would be better if I spoke Portuguese…) You take for granted that English is the automatic second language in many counties. If things are translated at all, it’s in English. Point being that important airport/flight status announcements are translated into English (albeit, somewhat poorly…)

But even before they translated the announcements, I knew from the groans that something was definitely wrong. We were herded out the gate, then waited in line to go through customs, then waited in line to get on buses to a hotel, then waited in line at the hotel to get a room key. I think you get the point -- there was a lot of waiting. Oh… and there were 200+ of us.

On the bright side, the bathroom in the hotel room was one of nicest I’d ever seen. I figured I wouldn’t be seeing one that nice for two months (or the rest of my life) and indulged in a bath!