It's 31 May 2021, about 2.30 a.m. somewhere over the north Atlantic bound for Frankfurt, Germany on the first leg of my trip. I'm sitting here wide awake and can't sleep. I started thinking about what had led me to this point in time, going back to the end of an incredible hunt with my youngest daughter in 2019.
I had made plans to return to Namibia in 2020. Travel arrangements were made through a trusted travel agency I've used before. Once again I would be flying through Doha on Qatar Airways. I contacted my PH at Elandpro Safaris and booked my hunting dates. Then it all came apart. The Covid-19 virus was unleashed upon the world. I was informed by my PH that Namibia was closing its borders to outside travelers. Airlines started shutting down routes. Shortly after this my travel agency notified me that Qatar Airways had cancelled my flight to Namibia. Refunds were issued, then the waiting began. In previous years I would go to Rhode Island to visit my daughters as they had fallen in love with that area and made it their home. Guess what? Due to restrictions I was also unable to visit them.
In early January of 2021, I received a call from my PH. The president of Namibia and the Health Ministry were talking
