What a cracking journey...

So, from the top...

Being over prepared and a little excitable we arrived at the airport a good 4 hours early, which at the time didn't seem to much of a big deal, better to be early than late and all that... But 47 hours later when we were still travelling, I couldn't of wished harder that I'd spent those precious 4 hours in bed!

After a relatively straight forward flight to Amsterdam, we embarked on the longest and most horrendous leg of the journey.. to the pit that is Nairobi airport. The flight got off to an initially good start, we had a spare seat next to us so we could spreeeead out and there were no annoying babies in our carriage, everything was going good, until take off. We're cruising at an altitude of, i'd guess at 3732 feet, and everyone's entertainment systems all pop up with an array of interesting films and music on the screens, well everyone's accept mine.. Cracking. 

Half an hour away from Nairobi, we're both pretty happy we've survived the flight, and that the worst was nearly over, until the Captain informs us that due to something or another we had to redirect to Entebbe, Uganda. We were a bit peeved but really weren't too bothered; we came to the conclusion that as long as we were there in time for our connecting flight there really wasn't much to worry about. 

So we land in Uganda and sit on the runway for;

...10 minutes (not too bad)... 

...20 minutes (enough time to eat a packet of polo's)

...1 hour (being reassured by the pilot we'll be off soon)

...1.5 hours (The pilot is a liar)

...2 HOURS (The pilot is slowly becoming my least favourite man, where are the scorpions?!), 

and just when we thought we would finally be on our way, the pilot pipes up again...

we are moving into an airport lounge... 

Cracking.

In comparison to half our flight we're still relatively calm, our connecting flight hasn't left and we've still got some Maome left... A pack of lies, numerous arguments and 10 HOURS later we are finally being ushered back onto the plane... Cracking.

Still calm, laughing and joking and making the most of a bad situation we arrive in Nairobi, queue for 3 hours to get a new boarding pass for our last flight, endure a power cut,sweat uncontrollably as there's no air conditioning and FINALLY board our final flight to Kigali! 

The flight was perfect, we took off and landed fine and filled out our visa fine. After laughing and joking about how our luggage wasn't going to arrive, we stood in tears dismay as my luggage didn't appear on the conveyor... CRACKING. 

Welcome to Kenya Airways- The pride of Africa my arse.

After a minor emotional breakdown we slept in the airport coffee shop for 4 hours and awaited daylight! Patrick arrived, we jumped in the car, had a bite to eat and started making our way to Nyundo... 

40 minutes in, I woke up to mountains of steam coming out of the left wheel... FRICKIN' CRACKING.

3 hours and a change of car later, we FINALLLLLY got to Nyundo... 

I think it's safe to say after seeing all the smiling faces at Noel we would maybe of traveled for another 48 hours to be here!

Tu-za-wa-na-na-ejo!

Megan