Two weeks ago we had our October break and we were headed for the U.K. All was well, I wasn’t stressed, until the day of our departure arrived and Laryssa and I still did not have our passports. We had been told for two weeks that “they will be here tomorrow”… which obviously wasn’t true. (Our passports were stuck at Nigerian Immigration, awaiting Resident Status.) The woman who looks after it at our end arranged for us to go to the airport with the others, and assured us that our passports were arriving at 4:00. She would have someone get them from the domestic terminal and bring them to us at the international terminal.
So… we arrived at the airport at 5:00, and our bus driver received a call saying that our passports were in the air and would be there shortly. Hurrah!
6:00 rolls around, we are standing in the airport, waiting… and my phone rings. It seems that our passports did not make that flight, and would be on the next one. “You’ll have them by 7:30.” So, of course, 8:00 rolls around and still no passports. Our check-in closes at 10pm and the flight is due to depart at 11:00pm. Feeling extremely stressed at this point, as it will be too late for a refund and how do we get back to campus? Five minutes later we get a call saying they are on the flight and will be here at any time. At 9:00 we get another call saying she has them and is on her way. 20 minutes after that, we have our passports- finally! We rush to the check-in and manage to get through pretty quickly.
We then arrive at the security and passport control… very long line, and we have 25 minutes until our gate closes. By this time we are frantic and Laryssa is hot and sweaty and very tired (read: whiny). Chris picks her up and she puts her head down on his shoulder. One of the guards notices and waves us to the front of the line. His partner yells at him, saying that Laryssa is not a baby, we should not have priority. He yells back that the girl is obviously not well, and lets us go through! We tell Laryssa to keep her head down! We get through, rush to our gate, and walk straight on to the plane.
Way too close for comfort! It was a cultural experience… welcome to Africa.