Afriqiyah Airways

In November of 2008, I was working for an aid organization in West Africa. They had me bouncing around several countries, but mainly between Mali, Guinea, Cote d’ Ivoire, and Burkina Faso. Back in London, my sister Annabelle was getting married in two days. Despite telling her I couldn't make it, I managed to move heaven and earth, and found a window of opportunity. The idea was to show up, surprise her, (along with the rest of my family), lots of kisses, and toasts all around, a storybook happy ending. Enter Afriqiyah Airways, (pronounced Ahh-freak-ya), the Libyan state-owned airline, based in Tripoli, it was vying to connect North and West Africa to the rest of the world. Despite flying all over West Africa, this would be my first time on Afriqiyah. The itinerary was less than desirable. Early Saturday morning flight out of Burkina Faso’s vibrant capital, Ouagadougou to Tripoli (Libya) change planes then a non-stop to Gatwick. My best mate volunteered to be an accomplice and collect