technology defeats me

My first morning in Kigali. I spend the morning arguing with airport personnel about some lost luggage, meanwhile my cell phone is running out so whichever airport exec I’m arguing with, I try to position the argument next to an outlet where I can plug in. It is a bit like having a baby without cutting the umbilical cord, but then again, not. I teach another airline guy how to use his dot matrix printer, the old technique of pulling up on the page and circumventing the feeder. None of this matters, since no one calls and what comes out of the printer bares no relation to reality. I give up and drive westward.