They wanted me to give some classes on campaign, share my experiences, hold workshops and participate on a youth panel.
They also wanted me to be available to assist as needed in one-on-one consultations.
I have agreed to go, of course, but since it was a bit last minute, I had to scramble to get the green light from my boss, get the visa, get the vaccines and make all the other arrangements.
To get to Conakry, one doesn’t get a direct flight. My itinerary was as follows:
Ottawa-Chicago-Brussels-Dakar-Conakry. 19 hours of flying time, plus the layovers.
So my first layover was in O’Hare, where I had 3 hours to grab some lunch before taking off for Europe.
So I picked the O’Hare Bar & Grill – it looked like the most comfortable place to eat around Terminal 3.
A Ceasar Salad, garlic bread, Redskins Mashed potatoes and a 12 oz Sirloin Steak.
It was the most expensive thing on the menu, at 24$ US, but I somehow did not feel cheated at all and left quite satisfied, having chased it down with a couple of beers.
Then it was off to Brussels, were I landed a little bit past 8 am. The Brussels Airport is quite modern, thanks to an influx of European money, but the Terminal to Africa, Gate T, is a tad bit empty, depleted of boutiques or restaurants. The only thing available to travellers is a sports bar. At 8 in the morning, after a sleepless overnight flight over the Atlantic, the possibilities seemed endless.
And Hoegaarden seemed fully indicated.
And hopefully, I’ll sleep somewhere over Africa.