Back in Arusha

Writing in english (or trying to anyway) so that my non-norwegian beloved ones can read too.
Vivian and I (look at my good grammar Vivian!!!) are now back in Arusha. God knows how we got here. I didn't know airports could have soooooo bad systems. After being sent in every direction possible at Zanzibar Airport, just to be told two seconds later that "HEY SISTA! COME HERE, you can't go there", then through security, with our 1,5L waterbottles (note to Riki and Thea: that's a whole lot of "cups"), where the superweird securitywoman with blue eyeshadow tries to flirt with Vivian to make her tip her. Vivian: "But you WORK here....!?" Anyway, after one hour waiting in the suuuuuperhot waitingroom (there's no electricity on the entire island, they're waiting for a part from Norway, that'll be in place in two or three weeks), we finally got on the plane. We had a stop in Dar, where we had to run and get new boardingpasses to Ausha (30 min layover), but our backpacks were checked in the whole way through. So we got off the plane thinking "Oh well, people do this every day, they must have an OK system". No. Everybody we asked told us to go to the transferdesk. Which makes sence. So we did. But nobody was there. So after waiting for 5 minutes, we asked the women in the lost and found-thingy. They weren't much help, but at least they told us to go out of the airport and to the check-in desk. But just when we were leaving, Vivians backpack suddenly comes out on that black rolling thing (that I don't know the name of). We're thinking "oh, maybe they're supposed to do that". So I waited for my backpack. That didn't come. When we looked at Vivians backpack once more, we realised that the luggagetag was gone. "That can't be good..." And out of the airport we went, searching for the check-in desk. There was a huge securitycontrol, so we asked one of the men. He told us to go to the Precisionair-desk. There, the woman laughed at us, and told us the plane was leaving. Bah. Back to the securityguy. Oh yeah, the check-in is past the securitycontroll. We ran through, totally stressed out, went up to the Precisionair-guy, where we got our tickets and pissed off a HUGE group of africans, who we met again at the plane later. But we couldn't care less, we did NOT feel like being stuck in Dar for god-knows-who-long. Next challenge: Vivians backpack. Pissed off even more africans trying to get a new tag on it as soon as possible. While Vivian was desperately trying to get the womans attention, I got to take a look at the boardingpass. "Gate closing 10.50". Which was when our plane from Zanzibar was supposed to arrive in Dar. How do they expect people to do this??? After a few more minutes, the tag was on the backpack, and we ran through the airport, through one more security, still with the 1,5L waterbottles, found some nice woman who helped us, and kept running. In flipflops. Baaaaaah. "WAIT, my shoe fell off. OH WAIT, my other shoe fell off" and so on and so on. Finally we got to the plane. BUT, there were TWO planes. Which one are we supposed to be on? I almost got on the wrong one, when Vivian recognized her backpack going into the other plane. So in the end we got on the right plane. And guess what? It was the same one we were on to begin with, from Zanzibar, that they had to force everybody off, just so we could go through ALL that, and come back again. Well, at least we found Vivians backpack because of it....
Now we're at Impala, relaxing! Not as nice as Arusha Hotel, but still, pretty nice. And I'm going home in THREE DAYS! I can't wait. Miss you all.
Julie