The boy is off to Venezuela for nine months on Tuesday (that I should be so lucky!). He was aiming for Colombia, but fortunately he fell out with the British Council there (No, Jus, I do not intend to sell my house to pay your ransom). So the University of Caracas it is.
Last Monday, he hopefully rang the Embassy of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela to enquire where his passport and visa might be. Overcoming the initial "manana", he established that they wanted a doctor's note and a police check. Thanks for telling us.
After initial panic and many phone calls, we have had a rapid response from Devon & Cornwall police (Did you know, if you photocopy the police check letter, it screams "FRAUD!" in large letters on the copy?). The doctor was not quite so snappy ("You cant have it until Monday (the day before he goes) because the doctor is on holiday"), but after a little persuasion, they too came up with the goods.
The letters have been despatched AM delivery. Now all he has to do is persuade Pedro at the Embassy to open the envelope, stamp the passport and return it post-haste. I suspect a deal of telephone nagging is going to have to take place tomorrow. Then he can catch his train Tuesday evening up to London Village for Heathrow, and I wont have wasted the £8.25 I lashed out on his train fare (you wont get a better bargain!)
Oh and the Embassy only go to the post office on a Wednesday. So we are driving up to London anyway. FFS
2 comments:
So when does the lodger moving in?
£8.25, two phone calls and a letter to get rid of one of the little ba**ards?
Jeez what a bargain...how come you never told me before?
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