So, since my life is perpetually a joke it only makes sense that my flight to Rwanda would be delayed. As it stands now we arrived in Brussels a full 6 hours late as my calculations stand now ( I could be a little off with the jetlag and time difference). The fun began when our gate was changed 4 times before check-in even started, that should've been an indication that something was amiss. Then we were delayed at our final gate for 2 hours because they brought out the WRONG PLANE and then had to switch it. I mean really? Don't they have a system for identifying which plane they need? To make matters worse once we boarded the plane we were informed that a strap somewhere on some door was broken, hence 3 hours on the Tarmac. Luckily we amused ourselves by playing 20 questions and other games which became increasingly silly in our state of sleepiness and frustration.
Highlights:
Nick: So at what point does this become your own personal hell?
Me: Probably 2 hours...
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