Our situation in Sana airport was tragic! Immigration officers din not want to disscuss with me any more… I asked them to contact by phone their colleague in Socotra, who was responsible for this fatal stamp.
No! It is not their bussines!
Well… I found the telephone number to the travel agency in Socotra. Somebody was so nice to meke the call from his mobile phone. Is there anybody in the agency in the middle of the night?
Yes, there was somebody! Thy sleep in their offices…
They promised help, but what is such a declaration worth? The plane was already waiting…
-We took your baggage out from the plane! – they said.
New people appeared around… Calling. Running. Taking passports. We were waiting three hours in the high stress…
Finally in the last minute the same stupid immigration manager put the stamps on our visas and we were free to run to the waiting plane… Ufff!
I will be home for Christmas!
It was snowy around and minus 9 deg Celsius when I landed in my Gdansk…
