Seven months and still counting. Had a new teacher, a youngster, with us on the flight back. Good thing she had company and experienced people to assist her. Her presence made me think back. I could compare my own journey. I’ve come a long way. A lo..ooong way. I checked myself in. Had time for breakfast. Got rid of the local currency. Organised where to sit so I could have four seats to myself. Watched a movie and several TV shorts during the flight. At Jeddah, my usual laid-back self, going through the motions with ease. Some luggage went missing (not mine) – it did miraculously appear before our onward connection. The Headmistress and her ex-husband got stuck in Rome for almost an entire day, arriving at Jeddah after us. I kept a VERY low profile, but thought it was hilarious, which is why I kept a low profile. As she commented later: If they weren’t already divorced, the papers would certainly have been on its way after that little detour. He through a hissy-fit in the middle of Rome airport; left her at Jeddah to check in their luggage and find them a hotel; then promptly disappeared with her passport and ticket (apparently being desperate for the loo); and topped it all by telling her off for a delivery that went wrong. Of course, that is her side of the story. I have no doubt that there is an equally believable other side to this story. But not my problem. I parked off and slept on a couch from midnight till morning , waking up five minutes before boarding. It is a gift and a blessing to be able to sleep anywhere any time. I have to admit, it was worth paying for the comfort and quiet of the VIP lounge. Much better than sleeping with the pilgrims, draped over uncomfortable chairs with arm rests poking one’s back. From pilgrim to VIP – some journey indeed.
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