Trip Start Jun 12, 2007
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Zanzibar airport is organised chaos, the check in desks (two of them) are outside, so the queue is in the baking heat of the sun or rain as our case was - and they don't have computers on the desks either, so each time someone is checking in the person on the desk disappears into an office to check them in, which seems to take a long time, so it's easy to get stuck here for a few hours.
Eventually we get through, pay our departure taxes and wait for the plane to take us to Nairobi. When we finally get called onto it, the aeroplane is a small propeller one, which I'm not comfortable with at all and with the weather the way it was we were getting thrown around all over the place - I spent the entire hour and 20 minutes trying to stop myself from being sick. I was not all that well in the night last night, so was already feeling delicate before boarding the plane. I did manage to last the journey thankfully and was delivered in Nairobi in quite a fragile state - it was hot and humid and I just felt plain dreadful.
We now had nearly 6 hours in Nairobi airport to wait for our connecting flight to Heathrow and I sat in a chair, feeling sick and wondering how the hell I was going to make it through 8 hours in a plane back home.
Thankfully, at times like this, John takes over - which is not like him. He disappeared for five minutes and came back to tell me that they had sleep and shower rooms in the airport not far from where we were sitting. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have agreed to it, but I didn't really have a choice cause John had the bags and made it clear we were going. Mum and dad were not at their best either, but decided to sit it out. We left them and went down some stairs where there is a corridor with small rooms sectioned off with panelling. Inside the room was literally just a double bed and enough room to walk round it. John told me to try and get some sleep, he said that he would read and keep an eye on the time and I could just sleep - I felt too rough to discuss it and thought that I'd have a bit of sleep then wake up and tell him to sleep for a while. John is so kind - every time I opened my eyes he'd tell me to go back to sleep and said that we still had loads of time - he'd got some bottles of water which I was sipping intermittently too. When I finally became aware of what the real time was and that John had in fact been being economical with truth so that I would go back to sleep, it was time to get our things together to go up to the departure gate.
Having that sleep made me feel infinitely better and the 'room' was worth every single penny. John is a complete angel, if he hadn't done that, I feel sure I would actually have ended up being sick.
So, we board the plane - I thought I wouldn't sleep on the way home as I'd had quite a bit of sleep at the airport - but I was wrong - I drifted in and out of sleep the entire journey, which is a first for me.
Safari is a wonderful experience, I really hoped that John would enjoy it as much as I do - he did, he took to it just the same way that I did the first time I went. We're already talking about our next safari, it most certainly won't be our last - and now we know a man with a trailer and tents, so if we go back to Tanzania, we'll be camping in the bush!