Madeleine: Running as fast as I can clutching Lucas like a rugby ball in my left arm and clenching onto our passports, a heavy laptop filled rucksac weighing on my back and a small (but maximising our weight limit) hand luggage suitcase with Lucas’ trunkie delicately balanced on top, I race through Terminal 5 like a crazy lady to make our flight.
Andrew is still at security explaining the geeky contents of his hand luggage and why he needs such an array of gadgets.
We made a decision that given our flight’s departure time was in 15 minutes and the gate was 20 minutes away, Lucas and I would try and hold the plane.
I arrived at gate C62 to be told they were taking our names off the flight. I pleaded with them to wait and that I would not take them up on their suggestion of leaving Andrew behind and boarding the plane.
Andrew: Having had some tearful farewells at the gate and minimal help from airport staff getting our 23 pieces of luggage checked in (mostly medical and baking equipment, plus some vital home essentials) we were suddenly acutely aware of how short the time was to get through security. Our bags went through (slowly) and Mr Security decided he was going to empty my bag and look at each item in great and laborious detail. Madeleine made the decision that if we were going to get on this plane she would run ahead with Lucas. Mr Security paid no attention to my pleading to be as quick as possible. He even found the time to chat with Mrs Security as he took my bag to be scanned again having spilled the contents all over a desk. When he eventually returned to say all was fine, I rammed evevrything back in and ran faster than Usain Bolt through the airport, politely asking people to “MOVE please!” I felt the energy sapping from my body until I glimpsed the gate and Madeleine and Lucas alone at the final boarding gate…
Madeleine: Whilst begging the British Airways staff to wait and hoping my acertive claim that Andrew was on the next transit train over was true, out of the corner of my eye I saw this spectacled, sweaty mess charging towards us with his laptop rucksac on his back and two more pieces of luggage… “Is this your husband?” In a mixture of relief, delight and embarasment, I shouted, “Yes!”. We were offered oxygen whilst being hurredly escorted on to the plane.
Once on our plane, which had been delayed (ooops) we settled in and Lucas marched up and down the aisle for the best part of 9 hours entertaining passangers and crew. I managed to watch a downloaded episode 9 (semi-finals) of The Great British Bake Off while Lucas had a sleep and Andrew eventually stopped sweating.
Andrew: The plane managed to catch up 20 mins lost due to a delayed departure…. We arrived smoothly in Nairobi, Kenya. Our experience in Kenya was a stark contrast to leaving the UK. Everyone could not have been more helpful. Three guys wrote our immigration cards for us and helped us skip to the front of the queue. Four guys then helped us push our six trolleys through customs, amazingly all our luggage had arrived. A good friend from the Ministry of Health had organised two vehicles to collect us and our mountains of luggage.
Madeleine: We treated ourselves to a night in a lovely hotel near the airport. We woke to see the delight on Lucas’ face when he could see zebras, gazelles and weaver birds in the adjacent game park.
The next day we made our journey to what will be our new home, Nakuru.