Repatriation Flight

It’s been a chaotic week both emotionally and for our plans. After our decision to leave, we went to Freetown and paid $7000 cash to a travel agency. Less than 4 days later, the embassy says that there’s another flight that is completely different. They recommend we go and get a refund. “Money business” is always hard in Sierra Leone and I expected quite a fuss to get a refund. After all, this business had at least $315,000 come in and they were about to lose it all because the embassy changed its mind. However, it was surprisingly easy! I walked in, my hand written ticket was sufficient, and they took me to a small back room to count out the cash. The only thing they tried to pull on me was giving me some 20 dollar bills and not all 100 dollar bills. There is quite a drop in exchange rate between the bills, but I put up a fuss. After he acquiesced, I said “Thank you.” In the African style of directness he responded, “Why are you thanking me? You’re not helping me at all.”

We do all the paperwork to sign up for the flight and then begins the preparations to leave. Decide who to give our office keys to, increase security to 24/7, arrange for someone to intermittently sleep in our guest room, put all the important items under bed sheets to protect from dust, eat everything in fridge and freezer, and leave money with the appropriate people in case we need to arrange for something.

Friday comes along and we had arranged for the driver to pick us up at 6 AM. He arrives at 5:30. While driving to the airport there were multiple checkpoints where everyone was forced to either use hand sanitizer or to disembark to wash hands. The airport had 2x mandatory hand washing stations and temperature checks. We were literally the first passengers to arrive. I’ve never been so early for a flight before: 8:30 AM for a 1 PM departure.

During the check in process I spoke with a woman from the Embassy. She described the logistical nightmare of a repatriation flight as there are never direct flights from Freetown to the US. So the Sierra Leonean government had to discuss with the US Government, who had to get specific FAA approval. After lots of paperwork we arrived at the departure terminal and hunkered down with the Herreras and their 3 boys. We played cards, Minecraft, group games, ate lunch, shared our homemade snacks. The hours ticked by to 1 PM, no plane. 2 PM no plane. The plane had two other stops prior to us to pick up other Americans from other West African countries and it finally arrived by 3 PM. No one was allowed to disembark and they began fueling. Over many hours we would queue to board, then a delay; sit down for a few hours then queue again.

Based on rumors from staff overhead in the bathroom, initially there wasn’t enough fuel. After the fuel situation resolved, then the fuel door couldn’t be properly closed. It was decided that the plane was unsafe and that the local staff couldn’t be trusted to verify the repair was done properly. An announcement was made that we were stuck for several more hours while another plane was sent. Less than 10 minutes after this announcement, at roughly 8pm, it was announced that the plane was safe and we were leaving.

Our waiting time in the airport far exceeded our flight time to cross the Atlantic.

We arrived in Washington DC slightly before 3 AM. Everyone was wearing masks, but there were no handwashing stations and no temperature check. Just driving in Sierra Leone had more hand wash check stations than the major transit hub of the US capital. Due to our late hour, we didn’t see anyone from customs. The man at immigration asked us, “Have you been in contact with anyone with fever and cough?”
I replied, “Well, I’m a doctor.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds before he inquired, “Anyone in the last two weeks?”
I stared silently back as both of our discomfort was become more and more visible. I offered, “We’ve been screening people for Coronavirus and we never had any cases that needed testing.”
He looked relieved, shrugged and quickly waived us on without another word.

We arrived in our hotel with enough time for a shower and 2 hours of sleep before needing to return.

Due to being underpopulated, our original flight from DC to Atlanta to Chattanooga was canceled. Our trip now is DC, to Detroit, to Atlanta, to Chatt. All the airports are like ghost towns. It’s quiet and peaceful. Currently we’re sitting in Detroit and we’re happy to be back in the US. But we keep thinking about the welfare of Sierra Leone and we’re going to be very happy when our 36 hours of travel is over.




The Fernandos and Herreras in Freetown's Lungi International Airport