That's how the captain greeted us after an unusally long wait on the runway. "The winds are reaching in excess of 55 mph, so we'll have to wait it out. We'll get to Sydney eventually."
Well, we sat there for two hours. Those were the two hours I had to get off the plane in Sydney and onto my plane to Port Moresby, otherwise it was a no go.
No go it is.
I missed the PNG flight by an hour and worked on getting a connecting flight to Brisbane tomorrow night (your Monday) and a PNG flight out of Brisbane the next morning at 8am (your Tuesday).
The little single-engine plane that might be able to fly me to Ukarumpa is packed and can't hold much weight so it's not even guarenteed that I will get on it. If that's the way things go down I will be on my first flight back home.
I'm trying to see God's hand in all this. This was all looking so good. I'm trying not to be a Job and start asking God why but rather have a willing heart to something new.
Which adds some spice to the whole shibang. On the bright side, being stuck in Sydney alone is better than being stuck in Port Moresby alone.
Stay tuned. I'm hungry and I need a hotel...
Your friendly neighborhood giant,
~Alan
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