20 minutes longer they said. At 10:00AM Saturday morning we were scheduled to depart Heathrow on the last leg of our journey to Africa. At didn’t happen. 2:30PM rolls around, still no word. Still waiting in the departure gate. Then word of a hack spreads. No one is telling us anything. They quite simply didn’t know what was going on either though. I eventually look up BA and their issue, and google provides me with some great news. All of BA flights have been grounded; and not just grounded, canceled and not rebooked. We were told to get a cab, a hotel, and try calling or coming back in the morning. That next morning would be the 27th, the morning that we were booked to be leaving on safari. 
So we were contemplating cancellation. At least sister was. Calling it all off. Going home. Getting a credit through the tour company for the following year. Cutting our losses on visas, vaccinations, flights and time. Saying it was frustrating is an immense understatement. We were told to leave the airport from our departure hall. To go downstairs (with 10,000 other people) and wait in a line for hours to go through customs and basically get out of their hair. We didn’t, we called Canada freaking out (sorry mum and Kelly the travel agent) and somehow she found us a flight. It wasn’t getting in at 9PM Saturday, but we couldn’t complain. 
We would be going through Ethiopia. Arriving after the tour departs, so they organized a driver to pick us up and track down the big truck, for $220. But I’ll talk about day one up next. I have basically no idea what British Airways is going to reimburse/compensate us, but I can’t bother with it now. We’re in the middle of Masa Marai and we won’t be connected to the outside world in who knows how long. So it’ll have to wait, we’ve got the big 5 to spot.