The actual flying part of my trip to Zambia took only (!!) 17 hours, but of course, there is the requisite, painfully long layover. My options – 8 hours in Jo’burg, 13 hours in Addis Ababa, or 10 hours in London. I went with London because of the opportunity to once again see my long-lost, New Zealand sister Esther (there she is in the picture to the right).
After an hour and a half on the tube (should that have a capital T?), during which I fell asleep and woke up to find an older gentlemen sitting across from me and staring like his life depended on it, I met up with Esther at her workplace. Esther works at some big French bank, which has two imposing security people in double-breasted suits standing just inside the entrance, but was able to take two hours from her very important job to eat Italian food with me.
I was able to stay awake on the trip back to Heathrow due to the copious amounts of sugar in my Marks & Spencer custard roll (mmm… yummy) and arrived with only four hours to spare before my flight to Lusaka. Thankfully, I made the flight (on which every seat had on-demand entertainment and 13 channels of movies, TV, and music videos!) and arrived in Lusaka at 0615 the next morning.
And finally, my Real Africa adventure began…
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