7th November 2010
Nairobi Airport: I’ve never been security-checked so thoroughly in my life, not even when I’ve visited the US.
First luggage check: As soon as we enter the terminal. Second check: random check of one of our bags just before check-in. Then my photo is taken and all my fingers fingerprinted. And at the departure gate, our luggage is sent through 2 scanners. Some people’s luggage was once again searched by hand.
AH ran into trouble because of a bottle of gin we bought in Malawi because it was not in a special plastic bag, but in the end they let him go and check it in.
I only hope the late bag arrives safely at the other end, as AH has been diligently journalling throughout our trip. I am used to him writing one word commentaries, but not on this occasion...
As most people have already checked in online, we are informed that only middle row seats are left. Not the most comfortable way of travelling, especially for my poor neighbour who had to get up twice during the night to let me out.
I lose track of time without my watch, but must have slept for a few hours because suddenly it’s morning.
A steward asks why AH and I have not been sitting together during the flight. Well, because it's not that easy to check in online when you are bumping along countryroads in the middle of nowhere - but hey, all this is suddenly behind us now.
We are back in England. Cold and wet and familiar England.
We have made it home! (And all our bags have made it too!)
The end - or rather the end of the beginning... I am convinced that I will never be the same after such an epic journey!