Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

The joy of a Rwandan airport

The staff in the arrivals hall dealt with my visa complications and loss of ipad with grace ahd efficiency

issue 16 November 2019

Our plane touched down in Rwanda at 7 p.m. Stepping outside on to the metal steps, I smelt that unmistakable peppery, earthy, decomposing smell that says you have landed in tropical Africa and that for the foreseeable future things will be different. I crossed the tarmac to the arrivals halls and, sweating already, lined up to show my passport and visa.

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