So I’m still catching up with postings I should have done a while ago. I’m in Rwanda as I type but the below trip was a few weeks ago. Yes, there are a lot of Kiran photos.
|Kiran with a new friend; developing a taste for business class|
Idaho is a long ways from Burundi. The trip is basically a voyage from the middle of nowhere to the middle of nowhere. That’s about where the similarities end. Bujumbura has an international airport but it’s a fraction of the size of Boise’s airport which has no international status. Idaho is about 8 times larger than Burundi but has only 19 people per square mile, compared to Burundi’s 814. I’m not sure how many Idahoans live in Burundi but I only know of one person other than myself. On the other hand, refugee resettlement and Idaho’s low cost of living has resulted in what is now hundreds of Burundians living in southern and western Idaho.
|dinner with the Charltons in Marsing|
So we made our way, 30-something-hours from the tropics of Africa to the dry American West. The trip usually includes seeing family and friends, camping around the 4th of July, mountain biking, hiking, etc. It also usually includes losing my bags upon arrival.
|an air of self confidence|
Sure enough, both Priya and I lost our bags. I would end up recovering mine after only a couple of days but Priya’s seemed to be gone forever. Priya’s hundreds of phone calls the airline presented us with a mix of kind, helpful staff and others who provided misinformation and were generally useless. While airlines have improved their partnerships regarding ticketing, flight schedules and mileage programs, baggage handling is clearly lagging. When your travel involves multiple airlines, accountability for lost bags is easily diffused to the point that you can’t really pin the responsibility anywhere. No accountability is always a recipe for disaster.
After hours of calling, multiple shopping trips for missing stuff for Priya and Kiran, and over five hundred bucks later, Priya’s bag finally arrived intact. Unfortunately the trip to Idaho was basically over.
|Kiran adjusting to life outside of Africa|
Camping seemed short this year but enjoyable. Kiran was a hit in her first camping experience. She spent her days inundated with attention all the while still finding time here and there play by herself and ingest some dirt. We even threw a birthday party for her which she momentarily appreciated before deciding that a large group of people staring at you is an uncomfortable experience.
|somewhere near Galeena Summit|
The following weekend was our Allen family reunion from my mom’s side of the family. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It’d been so long since I’d seen most of these people. It was good though. People generally looked well and happy. It was nothing fancy, just time with family. My uncle Rich had prepared and distributed a CD full of old photos from my grandparents. It was a tremendous amount of work and it’s an absolute treasure, certainly for someone like me.
After about a week and a half, it was time to take the Kiran show to Indiana.
|not really the cheerleader type...but she's cute|