At last! Dad hears on Monday afternoon that the Nigerian Embassy have released his passport, visa approved and that it will be sent off to the agents in Cape Town, acting on behalf of his employer. The latter inform him that his passport would be with him by yesterday afternoon at 15:00. Needless to say, it didn’t arrive – because someone there forgot to put it in the courier bag! We are however assured that it will be here today as it will be dispatched on a same day courier service. This results in us frantically contacting his office to change his flights from Wednesday to Thursday – no problem there, done in a flash.
Anyhow, we wait and wait and wait, until I eventually become impatient and contact the sender for the waybill number, “it was dispatched this morning, the waybill number is xxxx xxxxx xxxx.” Jolly good. I contact the courier office this side who tell me it was dispatched and is marked for same day delivery, we will receive it tonight. Looks like things are finally falling into place when not fifteen minutes later, the local office phones back to tell me that the airport is closed due to heavy fog and the plane was returned to Cape Town, with the passport on board. I am ready to commit hari-kiri!
The poor girl that side could hear the desperation in my voice and assured me that someone is already on their way back to Cape Town International Airport to pick up the passport and put it on a van that will be coming through to George this evening, so that we can pick it up tomorrow morning at Sparrow’s Fart as dad is flying out at just after nine and with the mad rush, we obviously have to be there quite a bit before the time.
I am at the end of my tether already – why couldn’t he just be placed back in Malaysia or Singapore, where he doesn’t need a visa.
Less drama means smiles for everyone…not so?