So we are still totally in the lurch about our trip to Portugal, but have decided, as is always our way, to hope for the best and not worry too much.
Jorge went to the German Embassy yesterday (there is no Portuguese Embassy here, so the Germans process all the visas for Western Europe) to see if there was anything they could do to speed up the application. He even congratulated them on the fall of the Berlin Wall. But no, unfortunately there is nothing they can do, we were told. The whole process just has to run its course. They were very nice about it, so we couldn't even get annoyed at them and call them rude names afterwards. That sort of sucked the fun out of the experience. After all, who doesn't enjoy taking stabs at Germans?
Anyway, after Jorge left, he got a very cryptic phone call from the embassy, which went something like this, according to Jorge's re-telling (Imagine Jorge telling the story with a very bad German accent, even though the caller was a Malawian desk clerk):
Clerk: "Mr Gorge? Have you changed your travel plans?"
Jorge: "No, not yet. Why?"
Clerk: "Don't change your travel plans yet....[garble garble garble, bad connection, garble]
Jorge: "Is the visa going to come in?"
Clerk: "You are traveling on the 20th, right?"
Jorge: "No, I'm traveling on Monday. The 16th."
Clerk: "OK, don't change your plans [garble garble garble] I will call you next week."
Jorge: "No, you don't understand - I am flying on Monday. I won't be here next week."
Clerk: "[garble garble garble] OK, I call you this week."
So they didn't actually say the visa would be ready, but we have decided to take this as a good sign that they are taking pity on us and will try to help. Cross your fingers!
4 days ago
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One of my favorite things about Africa was that everyone seemed to have this attitude of "don't worry, it'll all work out somehow." And somehow usually it did.
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