Travel days are the most stressful. Airports in Chad are strange worlds. They are barely connected to the outside “real” world, and what information does make it through to them gets distorted, no matter how straight forward it seemed before.
We don’t make it easy on ourselves, though. We bring three times the allowed weight, made up of soccer balls, t-shirts, e-readers (for the refugees), and our equipment. I send that information to the powers to be, and then it makes it through the funny hall of mirrors into the Chad-airport world. When we get there, our guaranteed cargo space is something of a myth. There is reality behind it, but unicorns just don’t exist.
Today, we made it from N’Djamena to Abeche beautifully, with the normal high stress and with all of
We boarded the little eight seat