Every now and then I get these nervous pangs over the whereabouts of my passport. I had to submit it last week in order to get it stamped for a work permit. I know, I am leaving, but I promised the company 45 days and my visa is only valid for 30, so I need the work permit for the additional 15 days. Crazy.
I don’t like being without my passport at the best of times. I REALLY don’t like being without my passport when hanging around in an unstable 3rd world country without any knowledge of when or how I’m getting it back. At least I have a stamped certified original copy of my British passport and a squeaky clean South African passport I can use in the unlikely event of evacuation. That sounds drastic I’m sure but I live by my all important travel rule, “Always have your Passport, Ticket and Wallet with you at all times”. Everything else you can leave behind, get the hell out of Dodge in 60 seconds, and replace your belongings later when you are home and safe!
Nothing I can do though but sit and wait and hope this bum puckering sensation goes away soon.
Hold your breath until the pucker lets go.
And if this little pucker had kids I could consider it one persistent mother pucker!
Touché!!!