Un viaje accidentado

So, after a nice dinner at club soda and an entire night packing (as usual the night before leaving for summer) Hermann and I head to the airport. But, just when we get there, around noon, the mister had forgotten his backpack: good thing he was not leaving till 5:20. We were flight separately ntil Amsterdam where we would take a flight tpgether to Cape Town, South Africa. So I check in and Diego and him go back home to get his backpack and watch the madrid tennis final. At one o'clock, thirty minutes before my flight was leaving, I see the flight is overbooked and they are looking for people to give up their seat. I go and ask if there is any way I can go in the flight with Hermann at 5:20 and the guy tells me: "there is no flight at 5, only one at 3:20". So, I call Hermann to tell him and in the middle of the call the guy asks me: "Are you flying with Hermann Kuschke? He is in the same flight as you, he has 10 minutes to check in". Obviously that was impossible. Apparently they have cancelled his flight some time in April and put him in my flight, but never told anyone (not him, not my dad, or the traveling agency that booked the flights). So I just go having no clue what's going on with Hermann.

Fort Wayne - Detroit, bien. Subo al avion que tiene que llevarme a Amsterdam y una hora antes de llegar el piloto nos informa que el volcan a vuelto a "escupir" y el aeropuerto de Amsterdam está cerrado; nos vamos a Paris. Salimos del avión y después de 6 horas de esperar en una cola, y otra, y otra más por fin tengo billetes para ir a Ciudad del cabo pasando por Johannesburgo. Solo un par de problemas: falta una maleta y no salgo hasta dentro de 11 horas! Por suerte mi hermanita está en Paris y ofrece que vaya a verla que me hará comida (yeay porque no tengo un duro!!) y me deja dormir en su camita!. Una hora de tren después estoy en su casa comiendo deliciosa pasta y verduras.....pequeña siesta, hablo con Hermann (todo bien y arreglado para que llegue al destino), con mis padres para que informen a los padres de Hermann y de vuelta al aeropuerto para coger el avión. Un día después, Martes a la una de la tarde, llego a Ciudad del Cabo donde tannie Minda, oom Hermann, Andre, y Mariska, me recogen para ir a "Die Strand" (la playa): como su nombre indica, una playa al lado de ciudad del cabo.

Summary: got to Cape Town a day late and without a boyfriend, but at least i got all my luggage!! (they better with 17 hours of delay in Paris...) And a little nice present from my awesome sister:

A nice warm hat (coming all the way from Peru) for Fort Wayne's awful cold!

La llengua es per tu, "obviously". Gracies petarda!! TEM


...Kika...


next: Hermann's adventure from Fort Wayne to Cape Town!