Peter, Jim and I dutifully rolled out of bed in the Nairobi bedroom community of Karen at 5.30 a.m. We dressed, got our 

catch our flight to Eldoret in the West Central area of Kenya. Traffic was a bit heavy and we arrived at 7.15a. Later than planned but still a full hour ahead of our flight; still time enough to check in and grab something to eat for breakfast and things really looked up when we rolled up on check-in and found no waiting in the Eldoret line.

There was a reason there was no one waiting. And it had nothing to do with the fact it was a small plane with few passengers even potentially on board. The "non-line" had to do with the fact, that as the airline employee explained in beautifully clipped East African English, “ Jambo Sana Mr. White and good morning to you. Why are you here now? Your flight left thirty minutes ago?” Huh? No you must be mistaken. Look at our ticket. It shows us booked on the 8.15a flight. “I see it does Mr. White. And so you are…or were. You see as of Nov 1, we moved this flight up one hour. Everyone who booked prior to Nov 1 was supposed to have been contacted to be informed of the change. I am sorry for the confusion.” (Translation: sucks for you but it isn't my problem you are standing here in front of me looking confused and a bit ticked off.) I could almost see her reaching for her metaphorical T.I.A. handkerchief at this point as she concluded this information with a sheepish smile and this statement: "As we all know Mr. White, this is Africa and so sometimes these things just happen.” And there it was, we just got TIA’d standing in Terminal Three, Jomo Kenyatta.