Ui. Boy oh boy. Slowly I get the feeling that I'm going before, during and after transport my bikes "via air" from Nairobi to Europe, leaning forward to bite in the position of the sun lovers in the ass. As it looks now, it gets automatically toia imperiously.
But okay, went first good's going on today. Yesterday I had an appointment with Robert Mutia DB Schenker at Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi made. At half past ten or so I was on the ground. I had the boxes on Mopped been repackaged accordingly so that I could leave the bike right there. Nina was already a "quota" (price information) obtained. Not exactly cheap, but what the heck. Wants time to go home. Okay, then there is this ominous "Crating" would be. This means the most technically interesting task, a wooden box to rooms at the bike around so that's may be fine in the cargo compartment of the aircraft clean. No idea why this is really necessary, but who knows the rules of conventional airlines (...) so, the surprised indeed to do nothing more. As I remember it like to my - very informal - Transport flight from Kinshasa to Lubumbashi back. But okay, that's history. Is everything so Wurscht. In any case, I have not come as a carpenter in the world, and have left the "Crating" so to speak, DB Schenker or a third party. So, and are now Fertich with the giant coffin. This thing has suddenly gigantomaniac Dimensions: 250cm length, 98cm width, 178cm height (!!!). In particular, the height is being evil to me much before. Maybe I should do that but Crating Selba. No idea what they've built there now for a shit. In any case, there's now two problems.
First, the wooden coffin too high for the Swiss. I had the Flyer Nairobi-Zurich targeted for Monday evening, but definitely does not fit the box in the Swiss plane! Shit, damn it. And the next shit is that I now babbles Roberto with such a comical "volumetric" weight therefore. No idea what he really means it. Seems probably as a way of being in the logistics unit, which of course you need not explain. In any case, my bike weighs under this stupid volumetric weight not reached as 300 kilos, but impressive 727 pounds! Wonderful. As can be easily derived, this drastic weight gain has an equally dramatic impact on the amount by which I will be poorer after transportation. Ui, ui, ui.
How do I pay the amount at all, I do not quite. Under the motto "to be on top is unsa job" here does not accept credit card, only cash (sic) or bank transfer. Both are stupid.
But right now I am hanging in the air anyway, because I'm just not a feasible constellation (flyer & date) and associated rate (price). I'll probably get until tomorrow morning. Here I had so beautifully painted in my naive birdbrain that I tonight the OK from Robert (with a reasonably humane price) and can then get book my own flight ticket to Zurich. That would be nice Jewes's ...
Oh man Do not think about it too much. But when I call into consciousness that I was maybe 3000 or so Ois throw über'n Jordan, just because a certain workshop foreman or a few Heinis inna inna Berlin Embassy something dopey bulb now, I could puke already. Hui.
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