Sandy and our kind driver went to the airport before work on Friday to meet the first plane in from Lilongwe at 7:00 am. We had been assured that they would be there.
I think we were both beginning to be resigned to the fact that we might never see them again.
Luckily, Sandy was able to get through to someone at the Lilongwe airport who promised that they would be on the later flight to Blantyre.
One last trip to the airport. Our tireless driver helped us keep up hope that the bags would be there.
Once again, we bought a coke and watched the plane land. This time, it was a real plane – one with engines and everything. We felt the hope rising.
We must have looked like such dorks – while everyone else was watching the luggage carousel, Sandy and I were contorted into strange positions trying to see out the windows onto the tarmac, hoping to see what luggage was being off loaded. They say that ‘Asungu’ (the word for white people) means ‘people who run around in circles’ and that is what we were.
I literally jumped up and down when I saw them on the luggage cart. Again, those watching must have thought that we had never seen this process before, or that we are very easily amused. Either way, every bag came through.
We only lost our video camera and that’s because TSA inspected my bag and didn’t take the time or trouble to zip. it. back. up. They taped it around the middle, leaving the sides open and our video camera exposed. Still, we think we made out pretty well considering our bags were away from us for four days and that they were all unlocked.
So, we joyously welcomed our bags to Malawi, and for the first time in a week were able to wear our own clean and comfortable clothes. Now that we have all of our belongings, the apartment is beginning to feel like home.