We’re on a mission to get back home. We’re trying not to
sleep during the day but it’s a long flight. Our
flight has landed on time in the evening, but unfortunately we have to stay the
course and wait for our appointed bus to turn up to take us in the direction of
home. There’s not much of a glorious place to wait. There’s a makeshift portacabin
with a couple of plastic chairs. We could have waited inside the airport, but
we’ve just spent all day inside a metal cylinder tube breathing in artificial
air and we want to feel something fresh on our faces, even if it’s diesel
smoke-stained air. Our bus arrives, but we’re travelling back at night and I
have to deal with a frail old lady who’s sitting cold and just wants to get
home. I’ve also got to summon a taxi to collect us once our bus reaches its
destination.
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