A Dynamic Life Travel Blog & Coach heading with a parrot, palms, and hibiscus

Arusha Arrival

Let me start by saying: Always double and triple check all your personal information when booking flights.  I was in Milan, Italy trying to check into my flight for the next day to Tanzania when I kept getting locked out of the online check in.  The airline had misspelled my name by ONE letter and it cost me the price of a new flight and several months of back and forth to be reimbursed for the old one.  ONE LETTER!  In the end I got my flight and my reimbursement. I had a wonderful flight with an entire row to myself easing the nervous knots in my stomach and arrived at the Kilimanjaro International Airport around 2:30 in the morning.

Milan, Italy to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania

I stepped off the airplane onto the tarmac excited for a new adventure and couldn’t believe I had made it to Africa.  With pen in hand I confidently filled my customs arrival card and stepped up to the glass partition sliding it under the window.  Reviewing it, she tells me it will be $100 for the visa.  I handed her my credit card.  The woman looks at me dumbfounded and says “you have to have cash.”

Me:  I’m sorry I have no cash on me (yes, my own mistake). 
Customs Lady:  Okay, walk out the airport and there is an ATM and you can withdraw the money there.
Me:  Huh??? You want me to just walk out the front door of your airport without going thru customs? 
Customs Lady:  Yes.  Go and get the cash then come back. 

I walked out the front door of the one gate airport and into the ATM, quickly did the exchange rate and withdrew 100 USD worth of Tanzanian Shillings – 220,000 TSH a stack of money that felt like I owned the world.  I go back, hand her my wad of cash only to have her tell me, “I’m sorry we only accept USD – you’re American why don’t you have any USD?”  Well lady, if you look at my passport I haven’t been around there much. 

I leave the airport for a second time and find the woman working the currency exchange desk asleep on the floor, justifiably as it is now 3 am.  I gently tap on the window to wake her up, try to get a decent exchange rate for my handful of shillings and I walk back to the desk with a fresh, crisp $100 bill and proceed to the Visa desk. 

Ready to get out of the small room I have been in and out of twice, I stand there getting fingerprinted and the 3rd degree from the Visa man.

Visa ManWhy are you traveling alone?

Me:  Because I enjoy it.

Visa Man:  Why aren’t you married?

Me:  I haven’t met my person yet.

Visa Man:  Do you have children?

Me:  No.

Visa Man:  But you are old and pretty.  A man would certainly want you to have his babies.  You are 35, you should have at least 3 children by now.  You would make a fine wife and mother.

Me:  How old are you?

Visa Man: 35.

Me:  Ah. Same, same. Do you have a wife and children?

Visa Man:  Well no, but if you come back to the Customs desk at the Kilimanjaro Airport we can have a date and get married. 

Me:  I’m sorry, I’m not looking to get married.  I am however looking at my backpack that is sitting all by itself on the luggage carousel and would really like to come into your beautiful country that I have already been in twice tonight – may I please have my stamp now? 

Lesson:  Border crossings = bring fresh, new USD CASH.

One Response

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Recent Posts

OPEN SESAME!

Your gateway to incredible adventures.

I hate spam.  These emails and access to the resource library are created to inspire, invoke curiousity, answer common questions,  help you travel deeper with greater confidence, meaning, and enjoyment.  Opt out anytime. 

Leading a hike through the Wolfberg Cracks, large cracks in bright orange rock in Cederberg, South Africa