LAM "Late and Maybe"

I started as a simple desire to retreat from many days of work and decompress by the sea. It was for only two days…no problemo. Yesterday, as I was making my way back to the B&B, I saw a mighty Q400 takeoff on it’s early morning pass through town, only it wasn’t so early. It was 4hrs late. The plane was suppose to return again for the flight to Maputo. Airplane no returno. Again, no problemo, another night in Vilankulos. “There will be airplane tomorrow at 2pm to Maputo…special flight”, the station agent texted back. OK…not so bad. Again, today no airplano. Passengers had been waiting for days to leave. They began to yell at me because they saw my airline badge. No official word from the Airline to anyone in 48hrs. Station agents had no idea what year the plane would come. FUBAR! I called and texted every key person I could to try and get info to the passengers. “Filah de puta”, (Portuguese swear word) I thought to myself. A Mozambique CARE executive was thinking the same thing as we both discovered we would be spending another night in Vilankulos and there were no rooms available in town. His people pulled some strings and found a room with two twin beds. We will share a room tonight and then drive 9hrs to Maputo tomorrow. As it turns out he is a big cheese for CARE in Mozambique. Out of the 6 languages he speaks, English is one of them. Lucky me. My AIDS education begins tomorrow morning at 5am.

Captain Insano

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