Yesterday morning was departure day. WAS.

This is all very on-brand for the Peace Corps.

The power went out in our nice downtown Philly hotel the Wednesday night of training. Then we wake up to a canceled flight.

As Group Leader assigned to be in charge of all trainee passports and airline check ins, I woke up kind of anxious for the long, tedious travel day. A 3 hour bus to JFK airport, a 6 hour wait in the airport lobby, a 7 hour overnight flight, a 5 hour wait in the airport lobby, then another 6 hour flight to Dakar, Senegal and a 1 hour flight to Banjul, Gambia.

I was anxious.

Then we found out that our flight was canceled and in a matter of 20mins we went from getting flights for Sunday and having 3 whole days in Philly to relax (and get massages) to then hurrying to grab lunch so we can catch the bus taking us at 2pm out of a different airport that was booked last second.

It was chaos.

A whole day and a half of flying later though, we made it to The Gambia!

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