The day I became legal and thought I might die
A terrifying African commute from Gill – a MUCH braver soul than me!
I have been struggling with the visa process here since I left Amani and joined Good Hope in May. Unfortunately my application has been dogged with errors; most due to poor advice and/or had been pinpointed by me as points for concern. It was further hindered by poor communication IE: nobody bothering to tell me what was needed and, of course, a dose of good old-fashioned fell through the cracks syndrome. The resulting delay means that technically, anyone studying my passport would think I am in the country illegally, which in turn means I cannot go through passport control to leave the country without raising the red flag and possible (dare I say probable) detainment. This has not been a pleasant feeling and has caused me some considerable stress and more than a few nightmare driven nights featuring small rooms and buckets.
Today I finally handed over the dosh and got…
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August 17, 2014 at 3:15 pm
Oh Jo thanks once again for the re blog and support.
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August 17, 2014 at 4:55 pm
Pleasure Gill. 🙂 I’m so glad you and the children survived that trip – it could have ended up so badly. It would be really cool if you could get a different type of travel now. BE CAREFUL my friend. XX
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