On Saturday afternoon I dropped Mike & Graeme at the airport in Durban and went to meet friends for coffee because I still had several hours before my 6pm fight to Cape Town. At 4:30pm I returned to the airport to catch my flight hoping to beat the rugby hordes for a decent seat. I handed in the car and reported to the airline counter to check in. The friendly ground crew looked at me quizzically when I gave my flight time and informed me that I couldn’t be flying to Cape Town because the last flight had already left. I was sure they were wrong and fortunately I had the confirmation email on my cellphone. I called up the email and proudly showed them that I did indeed have a 6pm flight booked for the 18th. The stewardess took no pleasure in informing me that the flight I had booked was for 18 July 2005 and not 18 June 2005 – I am sure that I did see a little smile at my expense.
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