Habari,
We took a solid 24 hours to get to Paris. Sweet Christmas-time travel. We flew through Istanbul with Turkish Airlines. They won an award last year for best flight food and omfg did they ever deserve it. I was dancing in my chair. On the first leg (Dar to Entebbe) we were served curried chicken (and a side of smoked salmon). From Entebbe to Istanbul we were offered another meal but I declined as we had only eaten an hour and a half earlier. When we got to Istanbul (where we had originally planned on spending our entire break and then shortened that to three days to work in a visit to Paris to see CC & B), our two hour layover was turned to three and a half with a canceled flight (we tried to convince them to send us to London but that was not possible). That flight to Paris was then delayed three more hours and then we sat for an hour and half on the tarmac for some slight, real or imagined, perceived by flight control. And then we were off and arrived in Paris 24 hours after we started our hot, sweaty journey. It was cold and snowy (apparently a weekend of snow storms in Europe had played havoc with flights in an out, and I appreciate that, I'm only updating, not complaining. Our Finnish friend's (JK) girlfriend was flying to meet him in Dar but got sidelined in Schipol Airport in Amsterdam for 36 hours without a hotel room).
We are in Paris. I'm very excited. We are kind of chilled right now as we have only hoodies and spring jackets. We have successfully manipulated this situation such that shopping has become a have-to-have instead of a nice-to-have. We will be getting some champagne baridi (froid) too (when josey was here in June before meeting me, she went to a champagne shop and asked for the champagne we sometimes have at home ("our" champagne). The shopkeeper said, "why would you get that, you can get that in supermarkets". The bottle he sold was *very* good. He also was an outrageous flirt but I'll let josey tell that story). That is all, we've got to find a cafe soon.
Joyeux Noelle!
1 comment:
Mind you, anyone of a certain age (ahem) would know enough about the Entebbe airport to feel that there would have to be some offsetting benefits to make up for the little bit of extra apprehension involved with flying there. Curried chicken as opposed to six peanuts in a wee bag would probably do it, though.
Glad you are safely in Paris.
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