Return to Lusaka
I had some difficulty rebooking the Protea on Hotels.com so had a friend in the US book it for me. I checked in settled into my room. Mike, Louise and Mary picked me up for dinner at Dacapo's that evening. Dinner was great. I want to say now that Mike earned his day fees hanging out with me until I left.
The next morning around 1000 hours, Mike and I went to the Teaching Hospital which was one of the places dictated by the government to get a test and a certificate. Total would be 1,000 kwacha or about $50.00. Amazingly, we met a guy in the parking lot who could assist us. The gent helped us fast pass the line for testing which turned out to be a throat swab. On Tuesday afternoon, we returned and met with him in the parking lot. I gave him the money, my name and passport number. He came back an hour or so later with my negative test and certificate. Apparently, they weren't done with my test so he had to get the results and take them to the certificate office.
I made it a point to tip the restaurant staff 20 kwacha each morning with my free breakfast. By Wednesday, I felt like a celebrity when I got off the elevator at the restaurant. It's a small price to pay. Tip your servers.
On Wednesday, Mike picked me up at the Protea and we went to lunch. he then guided me through the Customs, rifle clearance and check-in process. Upon arrival, there was a lady at a desk who inspected my Covid test certificate. I think that many of us who have gone to Africa have noticed how inefficient things can be in how they are done. Thankfully, Mike is well-versed in dealing with it.
I made it to my gate and boarded my flight to Addis Ababa.
Upon arrival at Addis, I looked for a guy waiting at the gate to do the rifle inspection. There was nobody waiting. I immediately Knew this couldn't be good. I attempted to find somebody to get this out of the way, but nobody knew what I was talking about. I then went through two security checkpoints on the way to my gate. You literally go through a checkpoint exactly like the first one to get to the gates leaving for the US. Keep in mind, I only have a 1:35 layover in Addis.
I went to the restroom and when I came out, there was an Airline employee looking for me to clear my rifle. I didn't mean to start speaking in a raised voice. Sorry. With about an hour before take off, we left the secure area. I want to say now that he was a good guy. Sadly, he had no idea where we were supposed to go or what we needed to do. We eventually went downstairs to the bus and then to the dungeon-like baggage area. We located my rifle case and I opened it. We had been joined by another guy who asked for my declaration forms. For the first time, he wanted all three copies. He then stared at the form wanting to know where the serial number was listed. The form does not ask for it. I offered him a copy of my Customs form 4457 which he accepted. I locked up my case and it was given to two guys on a luggage truck who took it high-speed to the plane. The young man and I raced back through two security checkpoints. I was absolutely convinced I was going to miss my flight. The young man told me we were good. I got back to my gate eight minutes prior to departure only to find that my flight was delayed by 32 minutes. I don't know how we got lucky with that. The experience was frustrating and could have been handled much better, by me and the airline.
I then got a WhatsApp from Mike stating that the Zambian government had rescinded the Covid test requirement on 10/23(!). Not surprisingly, they hadn't actually told anybody about this at the airport. The new requirement was to have a fresh Covid test IF your airline required it. Mine theoretically was still good as I was traveling within 14 days of having taken the test.
I boarded my flight for the 7:40 long flight to Dublin. Upon arrival, I don't think anyone got on or off the plane, but we did refuel. We then went 7:30 hours to IAD. I exited the plane, dealt with the mess that is Customs when traveling with a rifle and checked my baggage into United for the flight back to Las Vegas.
I had a none hour layover at IAD. it was raining. Surprisingly, the layover wasn't terrible. I had great thin crust pizza at &Pizza and got coffee from Starbucks before it closed inexplicably at noon. I arrived back in Vegas at about 2045 hours, was met by Erica the dogsitter and went home. I survived.