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Emergency Exit
Kimbada Airport was less of an airport, more of a jungle clearing with a wonky strip of tarmac in the middle. The bullet-riddled sign and barbed-wire fencing said it all. This wasn’t a place to hang around and get comfortable. There was no terminal. No Duty Free. Just a wind sock and a strip of landing lights, only half of them lit. On the muddy track that led across the grass to the runway, I spotted a pair of taillights ahead of me. Small, streaky blobs slowly growing bigger as I caught up, windscreen wipers struggling to keep a cascade of rainwater at bay.
The red blobs headed towards a white blob parked on the runway, kicking up a torrent of spray in my direction. The red blobs morphed into the van we’d come here in. The white blob turned into a medium-sized transp
