Domestic flight

Today we flew on Ethiopian Airlines to Bahir Dar. The flight had been scheduled for 1:40pm, but we were contacted the day before that it would be delayed an hour until 2:40pm. Luckily my coworker "M" is plenty familiar with how schedules work here, so we arrived at the airport around 12:30 anyway. The flight monitor at the airport showed our flight to Bahir Dar at 2:40 blinking "On Time" and above that another flight leaving from gate 8A at 2:10. We grabbed a bite to eat at the airport first. I ordered a hamburger, but what arrived looked more like raw beef on toast, so I just ate the fries. The waitress asked if I wanted them to recook the meat, but I declined the offer. Around 1:20 we went over to gate 8A and they said that, yes, our flight would leave from that gate at...you guessed it, 1:40pm.
We boarded the two propeller aircraft and I looked for my seat, 19K. The right side of the aisle said A and B, and on the left was C and D, so we quickly realized that 19K effectively meant grab the first open seat you see, buddy!
Luckily I sat near the front of the plane because they served pound cake and the drink cart to about the 10th aisle, and then the captain told everyone to buckle up and put their tray tables in an upright position. As soon as I was given my apple juice, I downed it in two gulps, just in time for the aircraft to hit a few turbulent airstreams, which I did my best to ignore as I tried to steady my magazine and read about the wobbly economy.
Upon arrival, we exited the aircraft on the tarmac and sauntered to the airport building, grabbed our luggage and went outside to meet Dereje, our driver, who had arrived the day before in the truck. He drove us down the road to our hotel, where we checked in and then went to the patio cafe overlooking Lake Tana. We all ordered a round of Dashen, the local beer and took a minute to enjoy the view. It was sure nice to be back on land and be able to drink my beverage at a slow, leisurely pace.