It all started the minute we got in the car. We turned in the radio and there it was….”N3 blocked ….2 hour traffic delay” we had left 3 hours to travel the 1.5 hour trip to King Shaka Airport.
And so the race was on and the anxiety started to build. I played the part of the intrepid navigator frantically looked for alternate routes to limit the traffic jam while the FGF (former happy farmer) barked out ideas. “What about this road …. what about that”
Finally we settled in a route and put our trust into google maps and followed THE VOICE. In thedark and foreign streets we listened intently ” … in 300m turn left ….”. We finally popped back out onto the N2 past the accident zone but still into snail speed traffic. But at least it was moving.
Then the logistics started with instructions being barked out by the FGF. “It is a simple order just listen for once ….” The FHF would grab the luggage and the 8 year old and run to the check in. I would park the car, lick it and bring the parking ticket and meet him at check in. THE SWOP would happen at the parking entrance while the boom lifted! My nerves …. as I jumped out of the car to run around and jump into the driving seat FHF left the car in drive and do it started to creep forward towards the car in front! Ready to pin me! With a yelp and a few choice words I jumped into the car
and found a park then the running started ….
Through the airport I ran (my running style had been liked to a wounded buffalo … and this by a friend) Boobs, books and bags flying ….
And NO we did not make it …..😡
Pink Farm Chick 