Two wee crisis came up over the Malawi trip this weekend and now, by Monday afternoon, both has been cleared. 

1. Hubster’s plane ticket from Calgary to London was cancelled.  It was by the travel agent, but they was some allusion to software not being compatible to Air Canada, yada, yada, yada.  So, we both laid down the deal – we weren’t going to fly apart, we weren’t going to go later than the group.  Fix it, basically.  I really didn’t see why this was any of our problem to begin with.  You break it, you buy it kind of thing.  And today all is fixed and back to normal.  How about that? Hopefully we get to sit somewhere in the same vicinity, if not near someone who doesn’t mind switching.

2.  Never travel with nurses.  Just found out that we need to have Dukoral which is a protection against cholera, but, more importantly, against E-coli.  Hubster was calling, calling, calling the travel clinic last week and then today finally got through to someone.  We need to take it today for it to be effective by the time we get there.  After a small-ish argument with the nurse who insisted that we did not need it, we got in and took our raspberry-flavoured Alka Seltzer.  Yuck!  One more dose next Monday and then I don’t have to worry if the sub guy washed his hands before he makes my sandwich.

Starting to get packed.  Got the journal.  Getting ready.