Lufthansa changed one of our flights – the last one from Johannesburg to Cape Town, and if they told me at any time then I’m not aware of it. The first I realised was when we were on the third of three flights, and we arrived 30 minutes later than anticipated. This meant that our airport pickup missed us. On our home answerphone in Edinburgh is a message from someone who called that day with a heavy South African accent, asking us where we are at Cape Town airport.
We hung around the airport for an hour, and then the hotel arranged a replacement lift into town.
We’d booked through Lufthansa because the travel agent had been so enthusiastic about their service, but Lindsey said it was the worst food she’d ever had on a plane. I wasn’t impressed with the packet of biltong for lunch on the final flight.