Once we landed at Raleigh Airport the sun was out. Really nice little airport if compared to JFK, about the same size as CPT Int. Again we had to wait about an hour for our next flight to Atlanta, there where they held the 1996 Olympics. So we strolled along the corridors and checked out the places, shops and still everyone was looking at us as if we were from a different place. Never the less, my mom collects these spoons with the places names on it, so myself and my sister agreed we would make turns in buying her a spoon at every place stop, $8 for a spoon. To put it into perspective, for $6 dollars you can buy a Quarter pounder deluxe with cheese, fries and a Large fountain soda , fountain soda = bottom less. So my mom wanted me to spend $8 dollars per spoon, she will never use, per place we went. Gotta love moms.
On the Airplane again and off we go to Atlanta. We have now formed a group of approximately 20 young, not world wise South Africans. Luck will have it and I’m one of the older in the bunch, with the youngest ones 18. Now I don’t know who died or were I missed the memo, but we had one of these little know it all girls on our tribe that decided she will be calling the shots from there on forward. When we arrived at Atlanta the sun was at its end and we still haven’t reached our destination, and not showering for almost 2 days does rub my off in the worst kind of way and I don’t wear underwear. So, missy says we must go to this terminal and wait for our next flight departing at 6.45 pm. So right along, we all go towards terminal building, A, row 12. I have made some smoking buddies and go and sit in this aquarium for the sinners. One of those places when you fart you won`t smell it because you`ll be too happy to get any form of air other smoke up your nostrils. Again you huff and puff, already irritated as can be and go get yourself a place and relax closest to your terminal. At 6.40, missy looks up at the signage in front of our gate, and to our disbelieve, it says Dallas departing at 07.00 and not New Orleans departing 06.45. Franticly she hovers out of her pedestal and asks the attendant but isn’t this supposed to be the gate for New Orleans? The attendant smiles politely and in her American accent, announce. Attention all passengers leaving for New Orleans on flight blah blah blah, this is the 3rd announcement of gate change. New Orleans flight blah blah the fekking blah will now be departing at gate, wait for it, GATE H, row flipping 8. Now in OR Tambo that would`ve been a stroll in the park. But no, we have all been to Atlanta Airport a million times, heck, this is my local waterhole, I know the owner of this joint. So now we have 20 plus South African KIDS, with no heads as our captain failed to take note till there was 5 minutes left on the clock. So we find out quickly where this gate is and they show us thru the window, the other side of this Airport, we need to go up and down escalators, then on a train, all this in 4 minutes, great.
Now the fun starts, the blood is boiling and the kids let go their tongues. Have you ever heard a bunch of kids away from home amongst foreigners that cannot understand? The words will have you crawling on the floor in disbelieve, that`s till you on the escalator and hear in a very older voice than these kids, JULLE MOET NIE SO VLOEK NIE< JULLE SAL IN DIE MOEILIKHEID KOM!!! Then you will find the silence you once knew just before your dad is about to give a hiding. Never the less South Africans and in more particular, Afrikaners are everywhere!!!! Finally we get to gate H, row flipping 8. The plane was nice enough to wait for these 20 plus souls and we boarded for our last stop, New Orleans Louisiana. To Be Continued.