“Oh My Cron” Strikes
From mid October to end of November Cher and I were visiting South Africa. We were having a holiday with a difference. Cher and I were having separate holidays. Cher was visiting SA primarily to see her ageing Mom in East London and I was visiting mainly to see my brother Neville and family. Neville had recently received news that he had stage 4 melanoma. Despite him having started a recent “wonder treatment” called immunotherapy it seemed a good time to visit.
At the beginning of our stay in SA, we self isolated very comfortably in Cintsa East, near East London |
After a week isolating in a cottage in Cintsa East, close to East London we moved in with Cher’s sister Lynne for a few days which gave me a chance to visit with Cher’s Mum, Daphne. It was lovely to see Daphne seeing Cheryl for the first time. Normally on her daily WhatsApp video calls from Canada, Daphne barely acknowledges Cher. When Cheryl appeared in person, Daphne exclaimed out loud “Oh my Darling” and did her level best to get out of her wheelchair to hug her. It was a sight to behold. Daphne also gave me a big hug and definitely recognised me. Her response made our trip worth it just for that. For the next two days, Cheryl got the same response from her Mum each time she visited, before Daphne got used to the idea of seeing Cher daily in person.
leave December 9th. Lindy was almost at the end of her five-year waiting period to qualify for Permanent Residency in Australia and had a “Travel Exemption” which allowed her to get back into Australia in December.
Cher and I
were to be apart for a month, one of our longest stretches ever apart. She in
East London and me with Nev, Mau and Lindy. Life soon settled into a steady
rhythm for both of us. Cher, was staying with Lynne and one or both of them would
visit her Mom a couple of times a day. I was helping Nev to clear out quite a
lot of his surplus clutter. Nev had recently handed over his business to his
son Doug and I helped him clear out his office and a micro storage unit full of
a lifetime of accumulated files and papers at the office and at home, including
a couple of storage rooms.
For the last
ten days of November, Nev, Mau, Lindy and I flew down to Port Elizabeth in the
Eastern Cape and then drove to St. Francis Bay where Nev and Mau had recently
bought a retirement house sight unseen (that’s a long story). Their son Doug,
wife Kim and kids live in SFB and Nev and Mau are considering retiring there to
be closer to Doug’s family. We were there to check out the new house and help
get it set up so Nev and Mau could return in December for the summer/Christmas
break which is South African’s primary vacation time of year.
My second
brother Alan, who had recently arrived from Canada, joined us in SFB to help
with any jobs that needed doing. So, all in all it was quite a nice family
reunion in SFB. This is where our story begins. We had finished most of the
work on the house and had a couple of days to wind up in relaxed fashion before
returning to Johannesburg on Sunday, November 28th, where Cher and I
would meet, visit with Nev, Mau and Lindy for a couple of days before we caught
our scheduled KLM flight home on November 30th. We were looking forward to our
business class flight. Cher and I had never paid for business class before and
had treated ourselves for this once in a lifetime thing, thinking that we might
be breathing slightly more rarefied air than the rest in economy, in the hope
we might reduce the chance of picking up Covid on the plane. We were all set.
That’s when things started to go wrong and all our plans were rendered obsolete.
It was good to reconnect with Cher's sister, Lynne
Day
One (Friday 26th, 2021)
Al and I
were sharing a room in SFB and on Friday morning I woke up early, around 5.30am.
Trying not to disturb Al, I thought I I will just quietly clear my emails and
WhatsApps (WA) in bed before getting up. Cheryl, in East London, had also woken
early and had sent me a WA. She had just heard from two friends in Ontario,
about a potentially deadly new Corona virus strain coming out of South Africa
and there was talk that travel out of South Africa might be curtailed.
Suddenly my relaxed
early morning read in bed, had taken a drastic turn. This called for a cup of
tea. I went downstairs to find Nev already up and about. He and I were just
discussing this turn of events when Lindy arrived with a big smile to say good
morning. It hit me that the news could
potentially drastically impact her too. She had been away from her family in
Australia for three months and was looking forward to getting home In the next
10 days or so. Lindy looked more stricken than I felt.
Our nice,
relaxed Friday morning suddenly turned into a flurry of activity. We had to try
and get back to Johannesburg and get on flights out of the country asap, as
early as that evening if possible. Lindy called her travel agent in Australia
who did a wonderful job of getting her on a flight on Qatar Airlines from
Johannesburg to Sydney on Saturday morning at 8am. Cher and I decided we would
try and get on the KLM flight at 11pm that night. The three of us had to book
flights from Port Elizabeth and East London respectively. Money was no object.
Just get on a flight and get out of Dodge City. Then we realised with horror
that none of us qualified to board an international flight without valid PCR
tests. Aaaagh! How were we going to do that from SFB which is a small town with
no testing facilities? After a scramble Lindy and I found a testing site in
Jeffrey’s Bay about 30 minutes away, which promised a 6-8 hour turnaround time.
We hotfooted it over there to get our tests
done only to find a long line up of people. This was the beginning of
participating in a lot of line ups over the next few days.
Lunch that
day was a bit sombre. Plans for our nice family get together in the next two
days had been shattered. Lindy was leaving Nev and Mau prematurely and who knew
when she would be able to see them again. Getting to and fro from Australia is
one thing, but Covid travel restrictions can be gamechangers as we know. This
was very sad for Nev and Mau. It all felt too sudden and jarring. There was no
doubt however. We had to leave now, or we could all be trapped for months.
We
eventually picked up our negative (thank you Lord) test results in Jeffrey’s
Bay on the way to pick up our flights to Johannesburg towards the end of the
day. Despite all the chaos of the day I was looking forward to seeing Cher
after a month of separation and I had managed to squeeze in a haircut in Jeffrey’s
Bay while Lindy did some errands. Must put on a good show for my wife.
Cher, having
also managed a quick turnaround negative PCR test (thank you again Lord) in East
London, arrived in Johannesburg around 8pm, half an hour earlier than we did.
She hot footed it straight over to the KLM desk to see if she could get us onto
the 11pm flight that night. Well wouldn’t you know it, but we weren’t the first
ones to have that idea. The line up was already hundreds long, filled with
desperate refugee looking souls like us, each one picturing being trapped in a
country far from home for who knows how many months.
Lindy had
arranged for Peter Croall, Nev and Mau’s brother-in-law, to pick her up from
the airport, but before he did that, he needed to swing by their house. We had
an important job for him to do. I had only taken about half of my luggage down
to SFB in a smaller bag borrowed from Nev as we were only going to be down
there for ten days . I had left all my unnecessary luggage in my big suitcase
at Nev’s house. I needed Peter to pick up my suitcase, bring it to me at the
airport, give me time to switch over the two pieces of luggage and return Nev’s
bag for Peter to take home to Lindy. This was another chaotic exercise. With
Covid, the exit from the terminal where Pete met us was a long way from the
entrance to the building in which I needed to do the repacking exercise. It
involved about a ten-minute fast walk. I found a quietish bank of chairs and
proceeded to lay out all the contents of two bags/suitcases for all the world
to see, while I tried to rearrange things logically remembering to leave all
the right things in my hand luggage in case we got stopped anywhere en route. This
pretty much involved laying everything out on the floor or chairs before
repacking it all in the right places. Sheesh. I got some strange looks and
finally rushed Nev’s now empty bag back to Peter who was being harassed by
airport traffic guards who wanted him to move his car. To say I was stressed, would
be to put it mildly. Now I had to find Cher who was waiting in the KLM line up.
Needless to say, our fond meeting together was more frazzled than fond.
The news
from KLM was not good. Air France, who own KLM, had cancelled their flight and
they were only accepting EU citizens from both flights on the KLM one. The fact
that we had booked on business class counted for nothing. The website noted
that all flights from South Africa are cancelled forthwith. We were an EU citizen,
or we were nothing. Such is life. Eventually we accepted the inevitable and caught
a taxi to Nev’s home around 11pm where Lindy was frantically packing to catch
her 8am flight to Dohar en route to Sydney Australia in the morning. I needed
to leave home before 5am to get Lindy to her flight for check in on time. Lindy
needed to get moving asap, before the Australians closed the door on her
getting home. We took ourselves to bed exhausted and wired, our minds racing
with all that had happened in the space of one day.
And so ended
Day One. Oh My Cron. What would the new day hold?
Day
Two (Saturday 27th November)
Saturday we
were up crack of dawn, the juices already flowing. I needed to get Lindy to the
airport for 5am. I decided to park and go in with Lindy, just in case something
went wrong with her flight out. 3 hours ahead of scheduled departure we found
the check in counters, along with a couple of hundred dejected looking
potential passengers. There were no staff at the counters or signs of life. Lindy
checked the Qatar Airlines website and they had just cancelled all flights out
of South Africa.
Lindy and I
drove him in a gloomy state of mind. What were we going to do? How on earth
were we going to get out of South Africa? Cher and I at least are retired. Lindy
had a teaching job to go to and needed to get back to her family. Oh, woe was
us!
It was a
freezing cold and gloomy day. We sat in Nev’s living room in Benoni with the
fireplace cranked up and plotted and schemed. Maybe we could drive to Kenya,
about two thousand miles away and fly from there? Probably not as by the time
we got there, Kenya would probably be closed too. I had noticed on the scheduled
flights board at the airport earlier that all local African flights were
apparently still running. I suggested we try Ethiopian Airlines. I had flown on
them from Canada once before and they are a good airline despite a bit of chaos
at the hub in Addis Ababa. Lynne, Cher’s sister had suggested we use her travel
agent Claire DeWeijer as we were finding it impossible to get hold of KLM by phone
or any other means for clarification on our prospects with them.
Claire has
turned out to be an absolute gem. She went at our efforts to get a flight with Ethiopian
Airlines (EA) like a bull at a gate. EA are one of the few airlines flying out
of SA right now and within a few hours had secured us a booking on Monday
leaving at 2.45pm, with a 2.5-hour connection to a Toronto flight via a refueling
stop in Dublin. The booking was one thing, the logistics were another. Dublin is
in the EU. The EU were in process of a blanket ban for all flights from SA. Canada
was requiring a PCR test not just from SA, but from our final transit stop ie
Addis Ababa in Ethiopia. We could get a three-hour PCR test in Addis Ababa, but
our connection was only 2.5 hours. Not enough time. The next option was to book
us on the next flight out, of Addis on the Wednesday evening, 48 hours later.
That was not attractive, but the Ethiopians would only allow us to stay in the
transit lounge for 24 hours without a visa. Okay, we would buy a visa. Sorry
no, only people travelling to destinations in Africa, could buy visas at the airport.
Everyone else had to buy online and this takes at least three days. Aaaaagh!
What to do? Never fear Claire was near. She was furiously phoning airline
personnel and piece by piece putting together a solution. Eventually, without
any final clarity on any of the above, we decided our only option was to go to
the airport on Monday and see if they would let us on the flight. Once we got
to Addis Ababa, we would figure out what to do next. That was our plan.
Meanwhile
Lindy was burning up the telephone lines to Australia trying to figure out a
way forward for herself. We suggested she fly to a destination somewhere in
Asia where she felt safe and could quarantine in a nice hotel for 14 days to “deAfricanise”.
Then she could get back to Australia after that using her travel exemption. She
would then have to quarantine for another 14 days in Australia. None of these
were exciting options, but nothing else was looking promising. Claire found out
that she could fly to Bangkok on Ethiopian Airlines and wait there. Lindy was
concerned about staying somewhere she was not familiar with.
In the
afternoon Cher and I took a drive to the PCR testing station in Benoni, where
Nev’s house is. They assured us they were turning the results around in twelve
hours and we could come the next morning (Sunday) in time for us to head to the
airport on Monday to get checked into our flight to Ethiopia.
Meanwhile
back home in Brisbane the word was getting around that Lindy had a problem and
it needed solving. More on that later.
And so,
ended Day Two. We went to bed. Nothing had really been resolved for Lindy and our
plan was iffy at best. What would Day Three hold for us?
Day
Three (Sunday, 28th November)
On Sunday it
was early up again so we could be first in line at the PCR testing station at
8am. We were glad we were, because quite a line up developed behind us before
we eased in to have someone tickle our brains with their prodders. We were a
little alarmed when the lady said, “our turnaround time is 24 – 48 hours, but
you should be ok to have the results by tomorrow morning”. We had been banking
on 12 hours and were leaving for the airport at 9.30am. Talk about cutting it
fine. Aaagh!! We went home holding our breath. Would we have no rest?
On to church
at a very upbeat modern millennial service. It was very uplifting. The female
pastor preached well, along the lines of, “Lean into God, Discard Distractions
and Embrace His Will”. We left feeling encouraged.
Next up was
to collect Nev and Mau from the airport. This was when we had all originally
planned to be arriving back from SFB. In many ways we had been frantically
pedalling hard for two and a half days and were no further forward, than if we
had just stuck to our original plan. It was nice to see Nev and Mau again as we
had said our goodbyes to them two days earlier.
After lunch
Lindy came to us looking desperate. She had just heard that Australia had issued
a blanket ban to all international travellers. Only Australian citizens and permanent
residents will be allowed to re-enter the country for the next 14 days. Lindy
had a travel exemption but was not yet a permanent resident. There was no
mention of whether travel exemptions would be honored. She was excluded on a
technicality. This was devastating news. The chances of the Australians
changing their minds on this after 14 days were just about zero, we reckoned.
For the first time since this misadventure began Lindy began to look seriously
distressed. We prayed with her that the Prince of Peace would grant her “the Peace
that passes all understanding”.
By the end
of the afternoon, we still hadn’t been notified about our PCR results. I began
to call to enquire. Cheryl’s was negative (Phew!), and they were emailing it as
we spoke. Mine? No idea. He’ll put in an urgent request. Cheryl’s arrived and
of course when we checked it, the passport number was wrong. Back on the phone
to request a fix. Then mine arrived and yes it was negative (Phew again!), but they
had the name incorrect. Back on the phone to request a fix. Then both fixed
ones arrived and of course Cheryl’s was still incorrect. Back and forth a few
more times by phone. Finally, the Help Line guy said I must call the lab direct
for them to fix it. The lady there was very helpful. She looked into the problem,
requested the fix and said, “wait for the correction to be emailed”. It arrived
with no fix. Aaaaagh! By now my hair was falling out quicker than it could ever
be replaced. Finally, I called back the nice lady at the lab. We were best friends
by this point. She said she cannot get the computer to print the report properly.
She will paste the report into a Word document, edit it, print it on their
letterhead and stamp it with the lab stamp. Isn’t this how the forgers do it? I
readily agreed to her suggestion that I go down and pick it up personally. By
this stage it was 9pm. I ventured out into the eerily dark streets of Benoni in
Nev’s car. People tend not to drive at night unless they have to for security
reasons. I kept a leery eye out for bad guys hiding behind bushes and noticed
more than one person cheerfully driving through red lights presumably to avoid
being mugged at the stop. I nearly kissed the lady at the lab when she handed
me an authentic looking report and headed for home, glad that Nev’s car hadn’t
been “misappropriated” off the street while I was in the lab.
I got safely
home (Thank you Lord), to embark on a long conversation with Clare our travel
agent working on our bookings to Ethiopia. This lady was working for us at
9.30pm on a Sunday night. She is amazing. She had been trying hard all day to
get hold of someone at the airline who would assure her that they would let us
on the flight and help us make a plan for the required PCR test when we got
Addis. Bottom line there were no assurances forthcoming. We went to bed that
night, knowing that our chances of leaving the next day were no more than
50:50. Sleep was elusive.
And so ended
Day 3.
Day 4
( Monday 29th November)
Finally, it
was our day to fly, or so we hoped. We had another round of fond farewells. By this
stage Nev and I have never been huggier in our lives. It obviously gets easier
with practise. Our Uber driver was a very large man, named Takalani. He made our
large and heavy suitcases look like school satchels. We barely got us and our
luggage into his Toyota Corolla. It turns out he was a born again, bible thumping
believer. He proceeded to liven up our day and trip to the airport. I felt sure
he was God’s gift to us at the beginning of the day. A sign of more good things
to come. We left our ride with a bounce in our step. Things were looking up. Taking a much needed coffee break in midst of
all of our negotiations at the airport
We had been
advised to get there at least four hours early. We arrived 4 and half hours
early. There were probably 30 – 40 people already ahead of us. Another line up
and the waiting began. When we finally made it to the counter, I was feeling
lucky and said to the lady, “We were bumped from our KLM business class seats.
Is there any chance you could bump us up to business class?”. She said, “Where
are you going?”. When I said, “Canada”, it was as if I’d stuck a pin in her. She
folded our passports, said “Sorry I can’t help you. You must go and stand with
those people over there. You are being dealt with separately” and pointed at a
disconsolate motley group who looked like they had been told to stand in the
corner until told they improved their attitudes.
We joined
three other families all trying to get back to Canada, one of which was a
family of five, who had once lived in Canada for a few years but had returned
to South Africa and been living there since 2003. He had been offered a CEO position
at a major retailer in Australia. A position to die for, but if he wasn’t there
by January 1st, the offer was off the table. They were looking for
somewhere they could stay for two weeks to “deAfricanise” before trying to
enter Australia on what he claims is a “travel exemption”. Everybody has a story
but oh my goodness, did we feel for this family.
Eventually
the Flight Manager arrived. He had been desperately trying to make a plan for
us forlorn Canadians. Canada was making it very difficult by being so hard
nosed about us needing an extra PCR test from outside of South Africa before we
could board a direct flight to Canada. Bottom line he said they could not put
us on the flight that day but would do so the next day. We would have to be in
transit for about 27 hours, but they would arrange a hotel for us and a visa all
at their cost to give us time to turn around the Addis PCR test that we all
needed. We just about hugged the guy. He looked us in the eye and promised us
that we would be put on the Tuesday flight from Johannesburg and that “Head Office”
would change the flights and bump other Tuesday passengers if need be. We didn’t
feel any remorse. It’s a dog-eat-dog world. We were a little anxious when he
admitted that he wouldn’t be on duty on Tuesday but gave us his name and the
telephone number of the guy who would be on duty. We left for home, again. We
felt we were making progress, but until we were in the air, there was always a
niggle of uncertainty.
Back home to
Nev and Mau and more fond greetings. This was starting to feel like we’d been
there done that. Nev had been for an MRI and Catscan to monitor progress on his
stage 4 melanoma treatment.
Meanwhile Lindy
had had an interesting development in her story. Lindy’s son Brad attends a top-notch
private all boys school in Brisbane, where he has made his mark playing cricket
and academically. Lindy also teaches art there, so as a family they are well
known. Between Brad’s friends and other Mums at the school, there is potential for
some practical help to get her home as soon as possible. More on this later.
Clare kept checking
all afternoon and until late in the evening as to whether, our tickets online had
changed…nothing!
Day 5
(Tuesday 30th November)
We decided
on this day that we would be the first people in the Ethiopian Airlines (EA)
line up, so we planned to be there by 9am for a 10.30am desk opening. Once again
more fond farewells with Nev, Mau and Lindy before we headed back to the
airport for a now familiar line up opportunity. This time we were first in line
and the waiting began.
About half
an hour before the flight desk opened, a staff member arrived to boot up the
computers. I twisted her arm to check if we were booked on the flight. She
confirmed we were not on the flight. By this time our other two Canadian families
had arrived, and we had solidly blocked the Business Class and Economy Lines
with our trolleys with our respective first place positions. We were determined
that they must deal with us before we were prepared to go anywhere.
Eventually the
Floor Manager for the day arrived. He seemed not to know anything about our
situation. He was most unhelpful and got quite angry with us. Eventually he
said, “well ok, then go and get yourselves new boarding passes at the Sales
Desk and pay for your Visas and Hotel rooms in Ethiopia. We insisted he come
with us to make sure everyone was on the same page. He did that rather begrudgingly.
I was the first one of our group of three families to be served. It felt like the
lady serving me was reinventing the wheel. It must have taken her at least 45
minutes to issue me our Boarding Passes and take the money for the hotel and
visas. The other two guys from our group were getting desperate. We could see
over in the line up that the plane was filling up with others like us, all desperate
to get to where we were going.
Finally, boarding
pass in hand I arrived back to get our luggage checked in. The line up was
around the corner, and I felt desperate at having to wait in that all over
again. I went to the Floor Manager and said considering we had been waiting
there since 9am that morning and we had been first in line, would he mind
putting us to the front of the line to check our baggage. He point-blank
refused. I nearly blew a fuse but was trying hard to keep cool. Eventually after
pushing him hard, he sent us to the shorter Baggage Drop line up where finally
we left triumphantly with all the necessary having been done and our luggage
checked all the way through to Toronto. Thank you, Lord. It had been tough going,
and we had been close to reaching our limits on that day. A couple of small points were still open
ended. They wouldn’t issue us a Boarding
Pass for the Addis to Toronto leg until we had a negative PCR test in Addis in
hand. We were also told our hotel vouchers would be handed to us at the
boarding gate. Ominously, as we boarded the plane, “they had run out of hotel vouchers”.
Oh no. We did have our receipt, but that was not a good sign.
Our flight
to Addis Ababa went well. We were definitely making progress. However, we knew
that there was still lots of potential for things to go wrong. On disembarking we
got chatting to another Canadian woman who works for the UN in Rome. She told
us that the UN was evacuating Addis Ababa as rebel forces were surrounding the
city. She suggested we don’t delay our departure from Addis unless we had to.
On that uneasy note we arrived at the airport building for the arrival process.
Finally... boarding pass out of Johannesburg
in hand. All our problems were over.
Or so we thought!!
We landed at Addis airport around 8.30pm and things were a bit chaotic as Cheryl went off to claim a hotel voucher, while I went to keep a spot in a massive line up to get through immigration which seemed to stretch forever. Our other two sets of Canadians we had been travelling with were both in Business Class and they were ushered through within minutes. We were a bit envious as we mourned the loss of our KLM business class tickets which we should have been travelling on. Oh, the woes of belonging to the common cattle class. The immigration line up stretched endlessly ahead. Towards the end, after an hour and half or so, at 10pm suddenly all of the immigration officers stood up and to a man stepped away from their desks and took off. For those of us still in line a great cry went up. The word came back, “Don’t worry, its just a shift change”. Well after about 20 minutes fresh immigration officers began to arrive at their posts. At that point the remaining folk in the line up surrendered all semblance of patience and with a great surge people started to jump the queues. By the time we got to speak to an immigration officer, around 11pm, we were pretty far gone. His English may have been Ok, but we couldn’t understand it as his accent was pretty thick and combined with a plexiglass barrier and his mask the level of communication was minimal. He asked for our Boarding Passes. We explained that until we had a PCR test result, we had been told in SA that we couldn’t get a Boarding Pass. He replied in a louder voice that until we had a Boarding Pass we couldn’t go through. The tone of the conversation went downhill pretty quickly from there. Eventually he shoved our passports into our hands and shouted, “No boarding pass, no go”. By this stage two or three other immigration officers, alerted by the altercation were lending their opinions. Things were pretty heated. Eventually a kind airline lady asked us what the problem was. We explained that we had been told in Johannesburg that we could not get a Boarding pass until we had a negative PCR test. She calmly said, “follow me” and handed us over to a tall gentleman, who clearly decided we were in need of some TLC and more or less told us to “breathe deeply, count to ten and explain the problem”. After we poured out our woes, he said, “No problem”. He then proceeded to issue us a boarding pass, allocate us good seats for our flight the next day and upgrade our hotel package to the five star hotel which our friends had checked into. He had dealt with our issue in about ten minutes. We nearly kissed the guy.
1am supper in Addis Ababa after a long day. |
It had been
a long day and probably our hardest yet. But we were now halfway home. 0ur next
leg was at 11pm the next day. We could sleep in and enjoy a restful stay in our
luxurious surroundings.
Day 6
(Wednesday December 1st)
We had a lovely hotel room with all the mod cons. Note the see through shower and washroom |
Ethiopian Airlines, largest airline in Africa, celebrating their 75th anniversary this year. |
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It occurred to me that we were in a place which has lots of history, dating back to biblical times. We had twelve hours, or more to kill in an exotic place and we should go exploring. Cher was less enthusiastic. What about the rebels at the city gates and so on? All of the locals seemed to be going about their business in a very relaxed fashion. We couldn’t hear gunfire or rocket fire. Perhaps reports of rebels at the gates were overstated? My sister Rose had sent me the contact info of a Canadian Christian couple who live in Addis Ababa, should we need help of any kind. We decided to call them and see what they could tell us and if they felt it was safe for us to venture out. We got hold of Teresa, who sounded quite relaxed. She said, they feel completely safe, take kids to school, go shopping and eat out. With that assurance we decided to inquire at the desk if they could recommend a half day city tour.Rob couldn't wait to get out to explore Addis Ababa. Unfortunately it was not to be. |
We spent
most of the day in our room, catching up on emails, TV news and sleep. Lunch
and supper were in our room. By around 8pm
we made our way via shuttle over to the airport to catch the final leg of our flight
home. The Addis international airport is a very impressive looking building. We
commented on this to our shuttle driver, who agreed, but said, “But the problem
is, it’s built by the Chinese”. It seems he considered the quality of the work
was not that great.
We had lots
of time to wander around the airport and get our exercise for the day. We were
surprised by having to go through three rounds of security before actually
boarding the plane. Maybe there really were rebels at the city gates!
We realised late in the day (African Style), that that we weren't supposed to leave our hotel room as we were in quarantine. Room service was good. |
At 10pm we
started boarding for our 15-hour flight home via Dublin for refuelling. The
plane was conspicuously more African in passenger composition than other
airlines we have travelled on. The service was good, although the food was a
bit lacking in variety, as we basically were given the same meals three times
between Johannesburg and Toronto. Our flight also had a large group of young
people, mainly young guys, who were part of a UN program for people being sponsored
to come to Canada. The young guy next to me spoke zero English and had clearly
never flown on a plane before, so I helped him with the basics, but
conversation was impossible. He eventually lifted his feet up onto his seat
with knees in the air, covered himself from head to toe with his blanket and
slept most of the way.
And so ended
Day 6 of our Oh My Cron saga. Day 7 would still hold some interesting surprises
and some very good news.
Day 7 (Thursday,
December 2, 2021)
Our flight
was 15 hours long but tolerable. We maybe managed a couple of hours sleep each.
The arrival at Toronto airport was very slickly organised and we were very
quickly filtered off to be specially interviewed and set up to be sent to a
quarantine hotel.
In true
Canadian fashion, the Public Health Official was very chatty and filled us in
on all the latest updates and news as regards the Omicron variant. She told us
that the previous day, Egypt had been added to the list of countries on the Red
List and that a plane had been sent back to Egypt without being allowed to disembark
in Toronto.
We were very
carefully sent down a track to a processing and testing centre where they were obviously
setting up for large numbers of people, as they anticipate having to test all
people as they enter the country not just those who are unvaccinated and from
Red List countries.
Without much
more ado we were shipped off to the nearby Hilton hotel which was set up as a quarantine
location. We were taken around to a rear entrance of the hotel. The reception
area was set up like a science fiction movie set. We were greeted off of our
bus, which was only allowed to carry two people at a time, by people fully covered
and masked and escorted to a desk where we were once again interviewed and briefed
thoroughly. The walls, floor and roof of this reception area were completely
covered in white plastic. We have even been registered with the Red Cross who
have been asked to look after any practical needs we might have such as
clothes, snacks etc. All of this is being covered compliments of the government
purse. I suspect the unspoken condition is that we vote for our current prime
minister next time the opportunity arises.
We were comfortably ensconced in a nice suite at the Hilton. Meals were being delivered like clockwork with more food than we could manage. We were regularly visited by two nurses to check our temperatures and ask how we are feeling.
Day 8 & 9 Postscript (Friday & Saturday 3rd and 4th December)
Our travel mates from Johannesburg recieved their negative PCR tests and were on their way home by midday on the Friday. When our negative results came in at noon, we fully expected to be released too. We packed our bags and awaited the call, but heard nothing for the rest of the day. We started to agitate with the Red Cross who were the liason between us and the Public Health authorities. The Red Cross were very pleasant but all they could do was pass on messages to which there was no response. By the end of the day, we had heard nothing and resigned ourselves to another night at the hotel.
We had met a Zimbabwean lady, Tendai, en route to Calgary on the shuttle from the airport on the Thursday. She was in the room alongside of ours. At 9pm that evening she started to weep and wail very loudly, crying out, " I can't stay, I can't stay here. I've done everything right. Why are they keeping me here?". We were not allowed out of our room, so called Security who in turn called a nurse to come and help. It turned out that Tendai, had also received her negative PCR test result at 10am that morning and had been told that Security would come and release her to catch the shuttle to the airport for her flight to Calgary. Security never turned up and while she was waiting the government changed the rules and that night she was notified that we were not allowed to catch any public transportation and so she could not fly home and would have to stay in the hotel room for 14 days. At this point she cracked and was very distraught. Eventually her husband was able to have her declared as a "Vulnerable Person" and she was picked up at 3am to catch the next flight to Calgary. We were relieved for her, as we could not imagine having to be locked up the way we were, on our own, for a full 14 days.
By the next morning we were really irritated that we had had no response to our negative PCR test, or our numerous inquiries via Red Cross. We started to seriously agitate, to anyone who would listen, including Public Health Nurses, food deliverers and the room cleaners, and of course the Red Cross. One of the nurses admitted to us that she was covering nine floors of hotel rooms and many of the people had complaints like ours. By noon of that day we decided that we had met all of the criteria for discharge and we would release ourselves and risk the $5000 fine we had been threatened with if we left of our own accord. We called the Red Cross at noon and said we were leaving the building by 3pm if we had not been released by then. Within half an hour we received a call saying we were next in line to be processed and an hour later we were officially released. Squeaky wheel phenomenon I guess.
We arrived home a couple of hours later and were very glad to see our warm cozy house and all our familiar things. We have never been more grateful to be home.
We have since heard that remaining occupants of our hotel and others like it have set up a WhatsApp group, they are agitating daily via the press. We feel sorry for anyone still stuck in that system and wish them well in their efforts.
While we were flying two good things have happened and are a fitting ending to this Sad Oh My Cron Saga. Neville had been for an MRI and Catscan earlier this week to see how effective the immunotherapy treatment is doing on his stage 4 melanoma. He met with the oncologist on Thursday to review the results. The oncologist is very encouraged, noting that tumors which were clearly visible before in big chunks of his body have completely disappeared. We called Nev and he is very relieved and in celebration mode. He still has nine months of treatment to go, so this is reason to be much encouraged.
The second good bit of news is that Lindy’s MP has been working on her case. Australia is arranging a repatriation flight within a week and Lindy has been promised a place on it and that she will be granted a Compassionate Visa. Lindy has been a wonderful gift to the family as she has dropped everything back home in Australia to come and help Nev and Mau during the early stages of Nev’s treatment. Now she is keen and needs to get back to her family and we are grateful the Lord has opened up a way for her to get home.
And now we are home too. We were very concerned that we could have been trapped in South Africa for months as happened in earlier Covid waves for so many people. It has been a hectic and stressful week. We know of at least 15 of our family members who have had to cancel plans they have made to travel internationally because South Africa was the first country to report that they had identified the new variant. It is galling to see that other countries are reporting cases now that precede South Africa’s announcement and yet those countries are not being subjected to these extreme travel restrictions. Southern Africa has paid a massive price for their integrity in reporting the new variant. I am sure that in future all countries will be reluctant to report discovery of new variants if they will be punished for doing so, as South Africa has been.
This adventure began with Lindy, Cher and I trying to arrange to get home. God has been faithful and despite the stresses and strains of the week, He has made a way for all three of us to find our way home.
God is good all the time. All the time God is good. Thank you, Father, for your faithfulness.
Quite the story, thanks for sharing your adventure, glad you got safely home.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jacqueline. It has dampened my enthusiasm for travel for the time being. I hope you and Harold are keeping well.
DeleteGod Bless and Merry Christmas.
What a story!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your response. I can't tell from this who you are are ๐ Please enlighten us? God Bless, Rob
DeleteWelcome home in Canada! Now come fetch us!!❤๐ค
ReplyDeleteHi there. Thanks for your response. Not sure who you are. ๐ Please let us know and where would you like to be fetched from? God Bless, Rob
DeleteThanks Rob for all your effort in putting your story together. A terrible ordeal to say the least but so thankful that God again proved Himself faithful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Nancy. I hope you are doing well. God Bless, Rob
DeleteAn experience never to be forgotten!! Thank God for the helpful people you met on route and may He work on the hearts of those who weren't!!
ReplyDeleteLast comment was from Judy D!!
ReplyDeleteI totally relate to that. I went to Turkey to see my mum in August. My las visit was in June 2019 during this time she has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Turkey was in the red list and I had to quarantine in a hotel in my return. British government advise was not to travel if it is not essential. I asked if I am qualified for a compassionate leave. So I could get travel insurance and home quarantine. The answer was a blunt NO. As soon as I had my second jab, booked my flight to Turkey. To book a flight is not straightforward anymore you have to have PCR tests fill Passenger Locator Forms… with these test you never know if they arrive on time before your flight and negative result. On my return to UK I had to be locked up in a hotel room for 11 days and pay just under £2000. Instead after a lot of search I decided to go to Bulgaria which was in green list and they were accepting double vaccinated people coming from Turkey. I parked myself by the pool for 11 days all inclusive and saved more than half what I had to pay in UK. During this time although it was very stressful but I did not come across any difficulty which I am very grateful, I had to travel on my own but I was never alone, LORD was with me all the way. But we have no plans to travel abroad for a while as it is so stressful.
ReplyDeleteCheryl I am so pleased Auntie Daphne recognised you, I know what it means. Rob it is so nice to hear that your brother’s treatment is working very well. God bless you all and Merry Christmas.
Hi Rob & Cher -
ReplyDeleteI'm a friend of Lynne's [& Glen] - met them in 2002 in the Tyume Valley. Your story is truly amazing - and it reinforces the true meaning behind the phrase "Hi, I'm from the government and am here to help you!" For all the obstacles you encountered, you also were blessed with people who DID step up to the needs of the situation. "Oh My Cron" saga - an amazing read. Welcome home, neighbor. Ed J.