A jet plane like the Orient Express
The nun was dressed in a light grey habit with white edges, and no overcoat; a mesh of greying hair showed from under her bonnet. On her feet she donned a pair of thick stockings and open sandals. It seemed rather light wear for a cold January night, but after all she was queuing in front of the check-in desk for a flight bound for Addis Ababa. It could have been her ordinary outfit, but she was more likely to be anticipating her arrival in the tropical climate, I thought. Her trolley was completely overloaded with parcels and suitcases, so she needed the assistance of two other sisters.