Needless to say, we missed our connection, and the magic rebookings promised by the Northwest officials turned into long lines of three hundred snarky, line-cutting passengers. The handful of KLM Transfer employees in charge of rebooking our connections provided astoundingly inefficient, clueless service. They spent a lot of their time standing around staring at our now-missed tickets, and took a quarter of an hour or more for each passenger's rebooking. At least they gave us more travel vouchers.
Amsterdam only had one flight to Cape Town every day, so we were re-routed through London on British Airways flights. After a couple of hours of waiting, we boarded a rickety turboprop for the 45-minute flight, only to find that our next connection was also delayed for four hours. (At least they were up-front about the delay.) Though we only managed to eke €20 of food vouchers out of the recalcitrant British Airways employees, we were able to track down some Duplo (in an airplane-shaped carrying case, no less), rare in South Africa, for D's niece, and I also bought a nifty mini-Boggle game encased in a pen. We finally boarded just before midnight, leaving behind an eerily empty airport. I was hoping to have a window seat and see the lazy winding rivers and spotted landscape of central Africa as we passed over it like I had back in 2001 on my first overseas trip, but we just grazed western Africa during the night and then flew over the Atlantic the rest of the way, and I was two seats away from a window anyway.
We touched down midday on Thursday after 36 hours of travel, and about 12 hours after we expected to arrive. D's mum met us at the airport and took us to their place in Metterich (south of downtown and Table Mountain), where we spent the afternoon finishing homework, reading, and napping. David was able to make his afternoon eye appointment, though his morning consulate appointment had to be rescheduled for the next Tuesday. Perhaps due to the long travel time, our circadian rhythms were already more or less recalibrated. In the late afternoon D's sister J, his 19-month-old neice B, and his newborn nephew ü visited. B was scared by the fluorescent green stain that D's optometrist had used in his eyes (and the next few times she saw him she immediately said "eyes" before she settled on "uncle D"). We presented her with the Duplo - which she quickly spread across the kitchen floor and out into the garden - and taught her how to press the pieces together. Thursday evening we visited David's other two siblings and their respective SOs, starting with dinner at Balducci's Pizza with A and J, then a drowsy visit with S and V (whose wedding I had attended during my previous trip to Cape Town three years ago).
Over the next few days, I began to relax and not worry about what I was missing back in Berkeley. I read a lot: a book of essays by Kingsolver (some excellent), the last few months of National Geographic magazines, parts of Bill Bryson's latest book, and whatever else I found lying around. We also hiked a lot (most of D's family and friends are outdoors enthusiasts, so it's hard to avoid), visited Robben Island and Vrygrond Township, and socialized with lots of great, interesting people. I'm in the process of writing a more detailed summary of each day, so stay tuned!