This was the sage advice from an Australian that has been coming to Ngapali beach for the last six years.
We are on the same flight as our new Australian friend and it is considerably delayed. The only way we know this, besides the fact that no plane is landing, is because they take a sharpie to a small hand held sign and write down new departure times every so often, then set the sign up, laying against a window.
When I ask about flying at night, this nice father, who is traveling with his two young children, says that there are no lights on the runway. Odds of something going wrong jump up considerably. He then chuckles and tells us how a couple years ago, a plane skidded off the runway into the ocean. Everyone was ok, but it took the locals two years to remove the plane from the water. Until recently, every time a plane landed, you were accosted with a view of a half sunken crashed plane. Not very good for the nerves.
As we line up, the agent lets us know it will be five minutes. Since there's no computer or wallow-talkie I wonder how he knows the timing and I ask. He points to the sky and a plane is emerging from the mists.
Oh.
Fingers crossed, we are now on the plane.
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