I do not get my upgrade. Despite this, I sleep well. I am already asleep by takeoff and awaken only to disembark. The bird’s eye view of Zurich would have been pleasant but for the fact that I cannot keep my eyes open. The short layover is just enough time to freshen up for the next leg. One hour into the flight and I am flying over continental Africa. I am excited at my first foray into sub-Saharan Africa.
I quickly get into third world mission mode: I refuse to get stressed with the slow moving lines. I exit the airport. No one is waiting for me. Luckily, I have a local contact number. My driver mistakenly thought that my flight is arriving at 10:45 p.m. rather than 6 p.m. Yet here I am in Cameroon in one piece.
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