Addis Ababa Airport
Finally, the date came for me to get on the plane and move onto Lilongwe, Malawi. I was really looking forward to meeting up with this group because I was tired of traveling alone. So my trip in Malawi was with Rock my Adventure, a tour group that specializes in small group adventures solo travelers, backpackers, and small group adventures. So I packed my bags and scheduled a taxi for 8 a.m. to be sure to arrive two hours before my flight. I was so jet-lagged when I finally did sleep I just could not abide by the 7 o’clock alarm and repeatedly hit the snooze.
I did manage to find a taxi to take me to the airport and I was still an hour and a half before my flight. But then there was security. Next lesson: Security at Addis Ababa airport is over-the-top paranoid. Before you can even enter the airport you have to pass the security. I watched a well dressed elderly gentleman in a wheelchair being forced to remove his prosthetic leg for inspection. Thirty minutes later we were in the next security line and again they insisted he removes his prosthetic. My journey through security wasn’t nearly as miserable, but by the time I reached check-in, I was within one hour of departure and I was denied a boarding pass.
I missed my flight.
Luckily I had planned to arrive the day before the tour began. BUT, the next flight with a seat available was three days later and I would miss my tour. I would simply have to show up and beg my way onto that flight. I gathered my bags, hiked to closest hotel and had a bit of a nap to clear my head.
As it turned out the following morning I was able to “beg” my way onto that flight with a crisp US Franklin.