You can tell a lot from the entry into a
country. In Hong Kong and Singapore, it’s highly organized and one clears the
border post within 15 minutes. In Burma, i was asked to bribe officials, by the
said officials to avoid fixed charges.
First impressions count!
Addis airport, like Delhi, you can sweat
it out for hours to get your passport stamped. Even though i have a valid work
visa on a full page of my passport, it still takes almost two hours to get to
the immigration booth. I have had no sleep, and i´m very tired and irritable.
Some locals are continually twittering behind me loudly and it just adds to my
indignation at being held up. No coffee or cigarettes haven´t helped my steaming
mood.
Most flights arrive in between 6 – 7am
and queues stretch round various barriers around the vast arrival hall. Many of
the border booths are unstaffed. After observation, probably your best bet is
to line up by one of the two lines dedicated to “Crew”.
Amazingly all my bags are still rotating
on the conveyor belt and my guitar is found sitting all by itself near a
pillar. Better still Frank and Abraham are there to greet me, help me with my
luggage and drive me to my new abode.
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