Zia International Airport, Dhaka

We arrived in Dhaka unsure if our luggage would arrive, too. We flew from NY to Dubai to Dhaka, but our flight out of NY was delayed four hours and we barely made our connection to Dhaka.

You won’t believe why we sat on the tarmac at JFK from 11pm to 3am. We were delayed because the personal entertainment systems wouldn’t work. Really.

We flew Emirates Air, which is well-known for its wide selection of in-flight movies, TV shows and video games. Some parents take Emirates specifically because kids are so fully entertained on flights. And so, though the pilot asked for permission from his higher-ups to just take off already, we waited and waited for engineers to try and repair the systems.

Fast forward about 24 hours to Dhaka. We waited and waited for any glimpse of the dozen yellow-topped crates packed with medical supplies for Project Bangladesh. Sharon kept peeking behind rubber curtains to the unloading area, where soldiers stood guard. We worried all the crates had been left behind in Dubai. Then what would everyone do at surgery in the morning?

Nearly an hour passed before everything arrived. Meanwhile, I wandered around the airport taking pictures. Here’s some of what I saw.