18 July 2013

Journey. And drama.

Well after a late night and a long queue in Heathrow I boarded my first flight to Istanbul. It was a pretty big plane, and the food was nice (Turkish Airways). Short and sweet, I was in Istanbul after just 4 hours, waiting for my next connection, which with more queuing at the transit security desk gave us like 30 mins before the next one. This was a smaller, one aisled plane which I found strange for a 7 hour journey. Guess it was primarily to do with the amount of people that needed to travel on that route. I had somehow luckily managed to book myself in to sit in a ‘lots of legroom’ seat, which was one of three in front of an attachable baby crib. This was eventually used by cute American baby, giving me much enjoyment and ways to brood during my flight!

So then Dar es Salaam happened. The airport seemed really unsafe to be in, and although the odd guard was around it wouldn’t be difficult to run off with someone’s luggage (which is potentially what happened to my small rucksack) NOT HAPPY. Want my rucksack please.

Oh well. Then I had a long LONG wait in Dar es Salaam airport, afraid to go to sleep because I was on my own, and very very tired!
Small plane happened – probably sat about 50 people? Tiniest plane I had ever been on, and I was crossing water! How do these little things stay up in the breeze? Precision Airways flight was fun though – up and down within 20 mins, no time to undo your seatbelts!

Collected my remaining bag – its waterproof ‘jacket’ that I had popped over the top was ripped... brilliant. Bad things happen in threes right? What’s next?

Not going to lie, I’m quite a confident lone traveller but I am starting to wonder if this was a bad idea :( Counting down the days until I meet my awesome group and head to Lindi, at least I wont be on my own in the evenings!

Feelings of good will welcome to my email orangenie@hotmail.com or my facebook.

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