Finally, we took our flight to Namibia. And don't worry, we were on time. But the fun didn't end there.

Our welcome to Namibia wasn't exactly the best. All we had to do was make it through the immigration check, but the lady on shift didn't seem to want to let that happen. The second we walk up to her, she starts yelling at us. My parents hadn't even spoken a word. We were held in the hot and dry airport for over an hour while the lady raged on in a thick accent... something about needing a visa. When we explained this to our driver who took us to our hotel in Windhoek (pronounced Vind-hook), he laughed hard, and told us, "Welcome to Namibia."