November 18, 2008 Tuesday: 05:38 sitting here with Mercia, Erika and Mark (of My Facebook fame)and three packed bags waiting for Steve to pick me up and deliver me at Phila Airport.
We had a nice drive through Amish country,
Strasburg with its famous railroad and
trainride and Gap,
past the Commodore Barry bridge where we experienced our only traffic jam and I bored Steve with my tale of the Zodiac launched there into the Delaware River and the current running the wrong way (Story # 117). I went through E-ticket check-in and inspection just after 08:00, enjoying getting rid of two bags checked through to Capetown as well as the ease afforded taking off my "airport-friendly" shoes, proudly displaying my plastic bag with fluids and explaining why my silver pressure stocking set off the alarm. I ended up very prematurely in the departure hall with a big sign of Phila Mayor Michael Nutter welcoming me to his town. Spent some time going thrugh my luggage and recording all items and documents, just in case, then flew to JFK on a small commuter plane over very bright and picturesque New Jersey including coast - recalled I had dozens of photographs from a past flight, so kept camera in bag. At JFK, I took a courtesy drive which appeared to be almost a mile, chatting with a fellow passenger, an Armenian woman with 25 months old baby, flying to her parents in Belorussia while her US husband was serving as soldier in Iraq and had not seen the baby since it was 2 months old - I told her we were proud of him, and her, too! Talking about war, right after we settled in the departure hall we were rudely evacuated from the building because of a bomb scare. We were sent outside and I did feel a bit like a Jewish concentration camp victim the more since my new companion was a Jewish doctor Schi ... now from Cincinnati but on his way to Capetown for his 50th reunion. After a long wait and all kinds of rumors, we were allowed back in but had to go through the entire check-in and inspection procedure again. I ran into the same tall female security officer, Daphne Shezak, at least five times at different stages, once when a Ms Rhein, another security guard, stopped me from taking an obvious shortcut. By then I was rather hungry and stopped for a $ 4 (only) whopper, trying to help another fellow passenger who asked for a glass of water but was told that the only thing he could get was a $ 1.80 small bottle of (mineral? not vegetable) water. I also noted a spirited air hostess flirting with a pilot while sitting at a table displaying her legs. My observation must have been good, because when I finally got on the plane I recognized my air hostess subconsciously and only from her legs ... other interesting body parts were on display by a happily unembarrassed Senegalese beauty nursing a baby from New York airport to Dakar while I was having an hours - long conversation with her husband, Diargo, who was sitting between us and invited me to be his guest and see his Internet Office in Dakar.
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