Yesterday I went with Gabe and Lisa to Home Affairs. Lisa's visa was ready and Gabe was hoping we could also get mine and thus save us a trip later in the future. Everything went as usual. You know how it is in places like these: lines of people so long they start outside the building. Fortunately for us it wasn't that bad. Gabe told us laddies to sit down and he would stand in line. I took a look and one of the chairs and thought, "No thank you! Don't really want to get lice or whatever else is in that chair. Hmmm, what to do?" I spied another chair that looked less fortunate in wildlife and decided to sit on the edge. "Oh well, we're gonna be here a while anyway. Might as well do some prayer vigil and catch up on my reading."
After a bit of waiting, reading, climbing flights of stairs, waiting some more, taking out papers, putting them back...and more waiting, we finally discovered they couldn't find my application papers anywhere. "Go back downstairs." they told us. "Okay, here we go again." After even more waiting, interspersed with questions and phone calls they told us the news.
"Your papers have been sent down to Durban." Gabe was so upset poor guy I was afraid he'd have a heart attack right then and there. I however was feeling a little confused. "Durban? Why did they send the papers to Durban?" Apparently at the very bottom of the letter from our association was a tiny little line giving our old address in Durban. They didn't do that to anyone else's visa papers though. Oh well TIA!
By the way please keep praying for my visa. Gabe says that we'll have to contact an agent in Durban and get him to take care of it for us. Just pray that all works out and that there won't be anymore glitches.
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