Expanding Life Out of the Box into Africa was invigorating. We couldn’t wait to be there and get started on creating new Moroccan products and work with the local NGOs. We got to the airport, buzzed right through the security line and waited eagerly to board our plane to the next continent.
Before we knew it, we were up in the air and being served some delicious airplane food and coffee. We talked together and read up on the new city that we were landing in shortly.
Four hours later we began making or decent over the rusty orange desert scene, but suddenly, the pilot changed the direction of the plane. Our heads went back as he accelerated, swooping up over the runway. Everyone’s stomach instantly dropped. The plane had clearly been making its decent towards the landing strip, but then began flying back up away from the tarmac. People all around us started chattering as the flight attendants instructed us to remain calm in our seats and put our safety belts on. I looked at Jonathon and grabbed his hand tightly.
The plane began to circle around the city away from the airport. The longer we stayed in the air, the more concerned everyone became. The tension throughout the plane was palpable. Confusion filled us all and a man behind us decided to get out of the seat and yell at the flight attendants towards the back of the plane. We didn’t understand what he was saying, but the expression on his face was clearly terrified. We didn’t know what to think–neither of us had experienced anything like this before.
15 long minutes later, after circling the airport a few times, our plane finally landed. People started clapping and sighs of relief were made by us all. It made us both very thankful to be here. Welcome to Marrakech.