When we should be flying somewhere over the Atlantic, we are sitting in a Carribean cafe just off Peachtree Street in Atlanta, eating dinner and making use of their wireless connection. Very early this morning, Biz dropped us off at Logan Airport, and we flew to Atlanta. We rushed to the South African Airways gate, only to learn that the airplane just then landing would not leave until 10:30 a.m. Saturday. Meanwhile, we are provided with a lunch, then given vouchers for an overnight hotel stay at the Grand Hyatt and transported to the hotel.
Drinking tea at Joe Muggs, we meet our captain, who immediately complains himself about not returning to Johannesburg today, since he has been in Atlanta nine days. He assures us we will fly tomorrow--that he is well rested and eager to return home. That sounds like good news for our flight. Not so good news is that we are not assured we can fly to Harare Sunday, so we must wait until we are in Jo'burg to discover how long we will be in a holding pattern there. Sadly, I will miss my preaching appointment Sunday morning in Harare, but we are reasonably certain we will reach Harare and join our group before too long.
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