A few weeks ago I shared how paperwork seems to dominate a missionaries life. At least paperwork related to the government in which they live. Well this week story gives you a sneak peek into the non glamarous side of what we do to work where we work.
The typo had been fixed, we finally could get our Work Visa stamped in our passport and move to the Village. Not so fast. Monday afternoon I headed of with all the correct paperwork downtown to Immigration to simply turn in our passports for stamping. After waiting an hour in line, I was turned away by 2 ladies at the counter who mis-understood me. I was also told that I had to come in the morning time before lunch as they could only process my request then. So Tuesday Morning me and my “boss” here in Namibia headed out to be amazed to see the line outside the building half a city block long. We waited for over an hour to realize we weren’t getting inside before lunch time. So this morning we woke with the Sun and heading down early to hopefully be at the front of the que. Nope we were a little closer but still had to wait 3 hours until we were bumped forward ahead of the students trying to get study Visa’s. In the end Anastasia behind the counter helped us and our passports are being stamped. 3 days, 6 hours of standing in line and success. Tomorrow we move to the village were the “Que” line is very very short. My kinda place. Jeremy