What a difference a day makes, or, don’t assume as it makes an ASS of U and ME. I arrived at Durban airport this morning to pick through the wreckage of the previous day with the handler. The airport is a brand new facility opened for the world cup last year. I asked them to explain what happened with the baggage the previous day and, I admit, I am guilty of assuming that they just lost the plot because it was Africa and that’s what happens in Africa. It turns out they have a state of the art CCTV set up and the regional manager was able to show me in excruciating detail why it was the tour that caused the baggage delay and the handling agent was in fact doing all it could to minimise the problem, I had been fed a line by the tour and swallowed it hook line and sinker because “that’s what happens in Africa”. A huge piece of humble pie was eaten by me at that meeting. With that out of the way it was back to the Hotel room where I worked on my e-mails all afternoon to get things that I had no time for last week up to date. I am actually quite relaxed now and tomorrow I am planning to take some time out to see Durban before going to the venue for the move day meeting to explain the airport procedures for the Durban – Port Elizabeth move.
I was eating in the bar tonight and the staff behind the bar were speaking Xhosa when they were not serving. It was absolutely fascinating. If you have not heard Xhosa have a listen to some you tube clips of it, it has to be one of the most fascinating languages there is. I could have listened to them all night.
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