I had the amazing privilege of spending the morning in Cape Town trying to pick up my visa. I was looking forward to being back in the city but within 10 short minutes I was flashed by a hobo and tripped over two rats dragging a dead cat into the sewer, so I was reminded why I decided to move to the countryside to begin with.
The application was a pain in the ass but I suppose that what's you get for making jokes about terrorism. (Travel hint: people are not laughing about that yet.) I love my shiny new European visa with all my biometric scans and things. It is much fancier than my African visa which was basically just a stamp with some notes scribbled over it.
I look as terrifying in this picture as I do on my passport photo.
Unfortunatly I have to fly to Dubai first and figure out how to spend a day in the airport. My grandma was very excited to hear about this and immediatly asked me if I could take some knitted socks to my cousin in Saudi Arabia "if you manage to swing by there".
But on the bright side, my boss felt bad about sending me there so she's booked me into a 5 star hotel in Central Lonon for 3 nights. I'm very happy because I really get to see the city centre...and also I have somewhere nice to take Prince William for a one night stand (the man IS the future king of England, after all).