Tanzania Diary: August 17 (night)

We began our journey home in distinctively African style, with our two-time volunteer Danielle Hayes parked between the pilot and copilot for the short flight from Tanzania to Kenya. Precision Airways had overbooked our flight by one passenger, so instead of bumping somebody to a later flight, they simply put Danielle in the cockpit.

I suppose the circumstances made her selection inevitable: men piloting and copiloting and, out of all the pretty women on board, Danielle being the smallest. Yet surely the gender of pilot and copilot and Danielle’s size and appearance became factors only because this was Africa, where living day by day with malfunctions or shortages or ruined plans cultivates flexibility and a talent for improvisation.

Maybe the adjustments and improvisations fail more often than they succeed, but this one worked: Danielle and her partners got us to Nairobi right on schedule.—Don Stoll

Before the overnight success of Air Danielle, she served as a humble Karimu volunteer.

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About Don Stoll

Don and his wife, Marianne Kent-Stoll, are co-founders of the Karimu International Help Foundation. They established Karimu in 2008 at the request of the people of Dareda Kati Village, in the Manyara Region of northeastern Tanzania. Karimu is devoted to working with the residents of Dareda Kati in order to satisfy their development needs, as defined by the villagers themselves.
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2 Responses to Tanzania Diary: August 17 (night)

  1. Robert Burns says:

    The Nairobi airport was an interesting experience for us in late September. For our deprting flight some 200+ people were placed in a room where all exits were locked with large padlocks. The only key was at the security check point back in the hallway. We reported this violation to the ICAO (International Civil Aviation Organization).

  2. Don Stoll says:

    That tops anything I have to complain about, Bob. As I admitted in my July 31 post, my claustrophobia won’t even let me sleep under a mosquito net if it fits the bed too snugly. So being confined in a room with two hundred other people and all exits locked would have induced an Edgar Allan Poe moment for me. Do you know his story, “The Cask of Amontillado”?

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