Jambo! Gidday has now been superseded! After 15 hours fly time to Dubai followed by 4 1/2 to Nairobi, I am waiting for my final flight to Kilimanjaro. 12 hours in a fairly basic airport trying to get some sleep. Funny how priorities change and the simple things become important. All the seating in the airport is moulded plastic. No padding to be seen here except on my backside and that isn't helping a lot either. The chairs are joined into sets of 3 and 4. To find the odd one that has the dividing armrest removed is to find a bed! At least my torso lies comfortably flat spanning 2 seats and clever placement of my backpack sorts out the legs. Broken chairs are at a premium and when I needed to go to the loo, I could have easily sold my spot for a few dollars. I prolonged my packing up just so I could watch those around me readying themselves for the dash to take over my broken chair! I figured it would be better to hand it on to the closest to avoid any clash. Nah! Let's see what happens. It was very civilised with much aplomb and pleasantries however the biggest, darkest African dude got the spot! Whimpy tourists!