And there is still no power, so I am afraid all of you waiting for the blog will be waiting a while. Probably until we are back in the UK.
Our last day in Tabora.
It is a sad day, and we feel really strange. It isn’t helped by the downpours and grey skies. We spent the morning finishing off the packing, checking the weight and trying to give away lots of our things.
We had a slight panic when a rumour hit us that the plane had been cancelled. After a quick phone call to the boss the heart rates could descend. We have to check in at 2pm.
Wait....now its 1:30pm!
We load the car and head to the clinic to drop off the last of the gifts and hand the car back.
It really is hard to say goodbye. (Monika, our house lady and friend with Arms)
Armed with our small goodbye party of 2, the clinic is its busiest on Monday afternoons, we headed to the airport, where we met a few more friends wishing us a goodbye.
Our luggage was under the limit and we waited. Strangely they announced the plane would be early.
So at 3:30pm, half an hour early, we boarded. The tears had passed and we were filled with a strange emotion of ‘not knowing’. Not knowing the future, the next ste p, when we would return, what are we going to do?
And then we found out our plane was now taking a detour to Kigoma. Our 2 hours flight would now be 4 hours at the least.
Luckily we had managed to nab front row seats and had acres of leg room.
We arrived in Dar to an intense humidty and a power cut. Our hotel room was hotter than most saunas. We attempted to cool ourselves with a drink in the hotels car park and prayed for the power to return and the fans to work.
At about 9pm the power returned and we enjoyed hamburgers and chips. Amazing value at £1.30 each, and tasty too.
The alarm is set for 7am.
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