The Sad Case of my Passport

Hi folks. Last year I got back from Sri Lanka and India and popped my clothes in the wash. I patted my trousers, I was SURE there was nothing inside. There was. My passport! A new one is now on its way. 

What makes it all the more embarrassing is this. It’s not the first time it’s happened to me. In fact – it’s not even the SECOND time it’s happened to me. Yes, it’s the bloody third!

Ok the first time wasn’t my fault… host mother took clothes from my room in Georgia and washed them. but you know, it’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it? Here are some of the visas from my water-logged passport.

Thanks for sharing my repeated despair today! Has something similar ever happened to you? Please do comment!


May the Journey Never End!

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