On Wednesday I woke up knowing I had to get up and collect my Visa for Vietnam. However, I didnt feel in any particular rush (stupid laziness!) until it dawned on me that the next day I was due to go to Paris and thus needed my passport….which was at the Vietnam Embassy!
Now embassies can be a bit particular about their opening hours and it just so happened that the Vietnam embassy closed at 12.30 and that by the time I was about to leave the house my watch said it was 12.05. I had a mental image of arriving at the embassy and being turned away at the gates and told to come back tomorow! Cue in massive rush to the embassy cycling like a maniac through the streets!
When I arrived there was no que and they handed it to me straight away, thus saving me my holiday (which was all booked) and I’d have had to send one of my flatmates on instead. Im sure they’d have been very happy but not too sure about my girlfriend!
p.s Paris was lovely btw albeit very expensive due to criminal exchange rates.
