Glad you found it. About 5 years ago I was scheduled to go to the UK. I didn’t look for my passport until the day of the flight. I looked all over the damn place and *finally *found it - only to find it had expired…
Good luck and safe journeying.
I learned my lesson- I now have a file in the cabinet labeled “Legal Crap” which holds all the goodies- passports, birth certs, marriage cert, trust, life insurance… And I put everything back immediately after use, because we live in Monster House and it consumes things… except for the bajillion LEGO pieces on the floor…
The reason you couldn’t find it earlier is that I had it. It was very useful, thanks. Got me out of some tight spots. However, the activities the authorities now associate with your passport in French Guyana, the Kerguelen Islands and Chad mean visits there may not be such a good idea for the foreseeable future, is all I’m saying.
Glad you found it!
True story: My brother worked in a medium sized town in Germany for about 6 months on an assignment with his international corporation. When he returned to the States, he decided to take my father, a third generation German, back to the “mother country.” He rented a condo for a week in the same town he’d worked and off they went.
One night they went sightseeing and returned fairly late at night. They stopped at a gas station, where my father pumped the gas and paid.
The next morning, he realized that his passport was missing. It must have fallen out of his pocket at the gas station! They were starting to panic when there was a knock on the door. They opened it to find a gentleman whom neither of them knew. He asked if (insert Dad’s name) was present. My dad said yes. He held out his passport and said, “Are you missing this?”
My dad was both grateful and dumbfounded. He said, “My God. How did you know where to find me?”
The man smiled and said, “We know where to find you. Have a good day.”
:eek:
I’m glad you found it. I was on a work-related trip to Mexico with colleagues last summer. One got ill, so we visited her to get work materials she’d gathered so we could throw them in the DHL box back to the US. She gave us a large bag full of books and papers. As another colleague and I sat in the DHL office assembling the box, I went through this bag because I’m a bit compulsive about things like squaring a stack of paper rather than just throwing it in the box. As I straightened it up, out slid her passport, which otherwise would have been mailed back to the US. I can think of little more depressing than having terrible diarrhea/vomiting in another country, taking a bus to a small plane to another airport, then discovering you have no passport and having to deal with that while the rest of your colleagues disperse (or cancel their flights to assist you). It turned out that she had asked the host family’s teen daughter to put her papers in the bag for mailing and the kid just swept in everything on the counter.
Was the guy wearing a uniform, a black one?
Don’t visitors over a week or so have to register with the local police in some countries? ISTR reading that this is handled automatically by the hotel.
This might explain why a pregnant lady called Juanita turned up at my door the other night and slapped me.
I’ll have to ask as I don’t know. Why?
I don’t think they registered anywhere. That would certainly make the story less exciting.