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Road trip, little kid style

If I have ever experienced three more disastrous days in my entire life than these last three, I guess I've wiped them from my memory in some kind of attempt at self-preservation.

It all seemed so simple - three friends take a nine hour drive to the city to get our working visas for the USA then drive home again. Two days, cheap and economical. How wrong we were.

First of all, we got completely lost. We got to the city all right after a 6am start, but it took us an insanely long time to find where we were staying, and much petrol money was spent. Turns out Tara, our navigator, has a little trouble distinguishing her lefts and rights. All was laughed off, and Alex dropped us girls at Tara's uncle's house, where we spent a somewhat awkward evening eating a roast dinner with the uncle's boyfriend criticizing our table manners. Apparently, we eat like Americans. Good practice, I guess! Meanwhile, Alex headed to his sister's house for a bit of quality sibling bonding time.

After watching a few DVDs to avoid conversation, Tara and I headed for the guest room, where we flopped onto the bunks. Then, Tara checked her mobile...

"What the HELL? Alex crashed the car!!"

So, after much freaking out, calling of insurance companies and parents, and discussion of what this would mean for the petrol-pay arrangement, we slept easy in the knowledge that at least we would still get our visas the next day.

So, after a bit of afternoon shopping we shouldn't have done, we rocked up to the consulate, got in the elevator and pressed the level three button. Nothing happened. We tried the other elevator... again, nothing. None of us clicked as to why the lift would refuse to go to an entire floor, until a kind man who spoke about four words of English informed us that the consulate had closed.

So, we're back home, visa-less. We got picked up by Alex's sweet mother, which was much appreciated but, at, the same time, somewhat dented our independent, grown-up pride.

I guess the day will never come when we don't need our parents to help us out.

How depressing.

9:54 p.m. - 2004-05-04

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