So, here we go. The next day after sitting in the terminal for far too many hours, many of us drooling on the sides of the couch we were sitting on (It’s always a good look) managed to get on the helo with all of our gear in tow.
The sky was overcast, but no little flakey flakes came out. Phew. We were going to make it into the helo terminal on Bagram AB with an hour to spare prior to the next flight actually leaving. As we arrive and head into the next terminal we are told that we are not going to be able to make the next flight. It had not boarded, but people have already been put in our places. We were then told we may be able to get on the later flight and to stay in the terminal. The next flight ended up leaving about 10 hours later and we weren’t allowed to leave the terminal since it could go at anytime. if we chose to try to get on it we had to endure. Nothing like flying standby after you wave goodbye to the flight you could have made. (bye little plane, “insert wave here”, I’ll miss you). They kept us in a nice little room with set times to head over to eat at the chow hall. Wonderfully comfortable chairs and big screens, and warm dust covered bottles of water to keep us going…otherwise known as hard plastic chairs, a large fuzzy tube TV, and water that tasted like dirt. It was an experience, that is for sure. Every so many hours they would have roll call and we would pray that this was the time we would be asked to grab our gear and get ready to walk over to the plane. This happened about ever 2-3 hours. I’ll be the first to tell you, Afghanistan in the winter months is COLD. Wow, was it ever. Roll call took place outside not inside in the nice warm plywood building. Several hundred people all standing out on the snow covered ground with not enough clothes was the sight that you would see. Sometimes this process would take up to 45 minutes by the time they got everyone in one place and make the necessary announcements. With frozen toes, ears, and fingers, we’d go out and head back in to acquire the warm spot we had before being forced into the cold. Did I mention it was cold there? Just checking. After many many hours, we all looked lovely, hair disheveled, bags under the eyes, and tired as all get out. The good part was that we finally managed to get on out of there late that night. Since there was no way I was going to be able to make my next flight out of Dubai headed stateside, and the thought of heading to Colorado after standing in snow off and on for 10 hours was no longer appealing. So, what did I do? I called my boyfriend and told him here’s my credit card number, book both of us a trip, anywhere in the world (I don’t care where as long as its warm). I told him, that I didn’t want to know the location until I got on the flight the next day and to surprise me. So he did….
Check back with me later for what happens next 😉
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