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The flight home is long, and I have a five hour stop in Nairobi. However, the tedium is broken most unexpectedly. I wander into the coffee bar at Nairobi airport and see a very attractive girl sitting next to the bar. I mutter something about where to get a coffee, and realise from her response that she must be deaf. It becomes apparent that she is traveling alone, so, after considering the problem, I grab a paper napkin from the bar and write "may I join you?" on it. We then communicate by paper napkin for about two hours, during which I discover that her name is Enza, she lives in Canada, works as an anchor on a television programme for deaf people as well as being a talented painter (which I don't discover until I get home and find her web site* and has spent the last two months working in a school for the deaf in Tanzania. She is great company, and we discover that we are sitting in adjacent rows on the plane, so when we board I do a deal with the guy next to me - he swaps with Enza and gets an aisle seat, and she sits next to me.
Day 39. Wed 25th May. The journey home
DaveMidgley2005-10-22 19:54:17
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The flight home is long, and I have a five hour stop in Nairobi. However, the tedium is broken most unexpectedly. I wander into the coffee bar at Nairobi airport and see a very attractive girl sitting next to the bar. I mutter something about where to get a coffee, and realise from her response that she must be deaf. It becomes apparent that she is traveling alone, so, after considering the problem, I grab a paper napkin from the bar and write "may I join you?" on it. We then communicate by paper napkin for about two hours, during which I discover that her name is Enza, she lives in Canada, works as an anchor on a television programme for deaf people as well as being a talented painter (which I don't discover until I get home and find her web site* and has spent the last two months working in a school for the deaf in Tanzania. She is great company, and we discover that we are sitting in adjacent rows on the plane, so when we board I do a deal with the guy next to me - he swaps with Enza and gets an aisle seat, and she sits next to me.We get to Amsterdam about 5 in the morning and have a cup of coffee together before she gets her flight to Canada and I head off back to Mud Island. Another trip over.
* Since I wrote this Enza's web site has unaccountably disappeared, which is a great shame. Enza, if you read this, I'd love to see your pictures back on the web for the world to admire.
See photographs from:
Malawi Gallery
