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The drama of getting to DC is not a harbinger of how the rest of the trip will go.
Apparently I booked my flight to D.C. via Reagan instead of Dulles, from whence the rest of the trip commences. Yay, me! :-(
Also apparently, we took a two-hour flight from Omaha to Washington just so we could hang out for three hours on the tarmac at Reagan. (At least I got to D.C. We were the last flight accepted before they closed the airport. The wrong airport.)
Then about an hour’s wait, in freezing drizzle, for one of a handful of cabs working in the storm. I was lucky, actually, to latch on to a local going to Virginia; she talked her driver into getting me to my hotel near Dulles. The drive took nearly another hour because of the storm.
But you know, standing on line for the taxis, and then on the (expensive!) drive between airports, the smells in the air (noxious fumes, stale food, cold and dirty rain) reminded me so much of landing in Delhi four years ago. It was oddly comforting, and made me wonder what Africa will smell like. And a lovely cab driver, from Ethiopia, eager to talk about their military troops' recent foray into Somalia.
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"No frog is tied by a rope to a pond." - Yoruban proverb
hey girl! here's a proverb in honor of your crossing of "The Pond".
can't wait to hear how the rest of your flight went and about all the colors, textures and scents that greets you in Abuja.
website for proverbs:
http://www.motherlandnigeria.com/proverbs.html
hang gang! becki wanted me to post this on her blog:
"I'm here, I'm safe, I love the group and internet access (as with everything at a major international hotel) is EXPENSIVE! Will write when I have time and money!
much love to you ... and all ...
becki"
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