Today Christian took me to the hotel lobby, where
there are many fancy shops for travelers to buy clothes, jewelry, art, and
other little (expensive) things.
Together we picked out a beautiful Tanzanite jewel
for my 41st birthday (on Monday) and to remember our adventures in Africa.
Tanzanite is only found in Simanjiro District of Manyara Region in Tanzania,
in a tiny mining area near the base of Kilimanjaro.
I'll send it to Andrew in Utah for him to turn it into a one-of-a-kind ring
or something for me. He's so good at designing and crafting this type of project.
Around 9:00 pm, we departed for the airport.
Long lines filled the airport, and our departure time got pushed back,
then again, then finally, we boarded and landed an hour away
and never took off again for three days.
We were stranded in Africa.
I don't know what happened; everyone has a reason; all I know is that
I was so glad Christian had packed our blow-up camping mattress in
his carry-on so we could sleep.
We were diverted to a hotel for a whole day for a shower and sleep,
but waited two more days in the airport waiting for a part to come
for the airplane? Or was it because they weren't staffed?
I don't even know.
I hate flying anyway, so the whole thing was HORRIBLE!
Also, experiences like this really can bring out the worst in people.
It felt like I was in a scene from the movie; World War Z.