Waiting...

Although I’m still at my hotel in Dakar, I feel as if I’ve already entered the world of air travel: not quite here, not quite there, waiting to leave, waiting to arrive. It’s 7:00pm, back at the hotel after a day at the office. My flight is at 2:55am, so I need to get to the airport around midnight. That would leave enough time to go into the city or something, but Levent, one of our team, has a midnight flight, so seeing the sights would mean separating from the group. And I don’t really have the energy to explore an African city on my own, at night. So I’ve entered an air-travel holding pattern. Dinner at 8:00, then some time to pack, and wait some more before heading to the airport to wait for my flight.