On how I nearly went to Angola on April 25
This is how it was supposed to start. April 25 2007, I hop on a plane, fly for 8 hours, get off the plane and feel the heat, some thousand kilometres south of the equator. Instead, I spent several hours checking for new emails, and ringing numbers to figure out who forgot to tell me what about the whereabouts of my visa. I found out, too late, that the visa wouldn’t arrive on time.
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I keep telling people here it was because they confused Luanda, your destination, with the country Rwanda, about 15 degrees East of it, and quite a bit North as well. It's kind of the truth, isn't it? If they hadn't been so thick in the first place, they might actually have issued your visa on time. Anyway, I'm looking forward to these news from the wild! Especially after such a start ;-) ... Have a great year, and catch me a lion, a small one.
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