21 June - 3:45pm
As a testament as to how ridiculous things can be here - in my last post, marked 10am, I had to go because we were going to the police station to register ourselves. It is now 3:45pm. We have just returned. That's right. It took us almost 6 hours to get IIA ID badges, get to the station, fill out all the right forms, photocopy those forms, have an invitation letter driven to us at the police station (since we didn't show up with the letters - each - and traffic sucks), place really horrible pictures of us on all of the appropriate forms, put those forms in the proper order, go to one part of the building to have them signed, get lunch (2pm), go to another part of the building to have them signed again, and then go back to the first part of the building and receive a stupid piece of paper with our names on it. And we have to go back tomorrow to pick up some certificate or something.
But not Russell. His stupid visa didn't have the same stupid "register or die" stamp on so his stupid-headedness didn't have to any of this stupid stuff. But he had to sit there. And make fun of us. 'Cause he's stupid.
Oh, and I experienced the worst bathroom to date at the police station. I'd like to burn, not only my shoes and pants, but also exfoliate the top 20 layers of the skin on my legs.
Or perhaps just drown my frustrations in some really REALLY strong liquor. ::sigh:: So not happy.
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