Last month I had the chance to visit Zanzibar, Tanzania. I remember approaching Daram Salaam on a 3-hour delayed flight from Johannesburg International. Our plane’s wing was faulty so we had to wait two hours in the plane, and then moved to the next available plane. At the airport in Daram Salaam people seemed busy. I remember an eager, young official taking my passport and telling me to pay U$50 for a visa and just to wait there. He disappeared in the crowd, I panicked as I realized he took my passport and I didn’t have any dollars.
I went on through the crowd, located the passport stand and to my surprise and relief, I found it in their possession. They instructed me how to get US dollars but unfortunately the ATM’s were outside the airport. We then had to arranged for officials to escort me to the ATM’s – I had no visa. This felt so embarrassing!
One and a half hours later including a missed flight to Zanzibar, I felt completely stuck, hungry and lost! Dusk was approaching and mosquitos normally come out this time. I had no repellant and no malaria injections. Boy oh boy, was I going to remember this day. I finally managed to reach the South African Airways manager and told him my story. He immediately arranged a seat on the next flight to Zanzibar. I couldn’t believe my luck and hastily caught the last flight out just in time for the mozzies! I gave the manager a big hug, which I’m sure he appreciated and then took off to enjoy two weeks of bliss!
I learned that my experiences and the people within those experiences play an important role in remembering an event. I noticed that I tend to specifically remember those days with uncomfortable experiences and those days with blissful experiences! The rest I guess is history and not worth the space in my mind 🙂
- Zanzibar Enchanting Archipelago (cliviavogel.wordpress.com)