7th November 2010
AH is entering his home country for the first time in 37 years, but we don’t get quite the welcome we would have liked.
First, there is the paperwork. We have to fill in two virtually identical forms. Then we are asked to take a seat while our Visa is processed.
We are entertained in the meantime by a TV evangelist, followed by a church rap artist. Unfortunately, I don’t really have a clue what they were saying.
African preachers often seem to think that a powerful message is a LOUD message.
Everybody else was already back in the bus, and we were still waiting. And waiting... And waiting some more when we discovered that we had been given the wrong visa.
They want to charge us US$25 for a single entry visa instead of US$10 for a transit visa.
Their argument: „But you are with the group.“
Yes, that’s right, we are with a group, but if someone had bothered to read the forms we were asked to fill in they would know that we are all doing different things from now on!
I hand over our flight confirmation as further proof.
We sit back down and listen to some more evangelists/bishops shouting about Jesus...
When we are finally back in the bus, I realise that I have not received back our flight confirmation, so AH dashes back to get it.
He is told that it was handed over to us, but luckily he spots it on top of a pile of paper...