Written by A few weeks ago we were planning for a trip to Mozambique. My friend was getting married there, and we were planning to fly there ourselves, with a small aircraft. This almost sounded too good to be true, I got my dress ready, and my husband did the flight planning. We did some research and got extremely excited about snorkelling in the tropical turquoise water.
We made sure that our travelling passes were in order, and found out that we had to drink anti malaria medication. We watched the weather with a hawk’s eye, hoping that it will be clear enough to fly.
I’ve never been to another African country, so for me this was a huge event. Everything was all set for Saturday morning’s early rise. On Friday my friend phoned and let me know that she forgot to get the groom a belt, which I could luckily still buy, and also did.
Friday evening came, and as I started making my lists of all I had to pack, and do before going to bed something told me that I shouldn’t forget my passport. I knew the expiry date was still good, cause I checked it just two weeks earlier. As I opened the cupboard where all our legal docs are kept, I realized with a shock that everything was there except my passport. Needless to say I was in a frenzy, tipping anything and everything over to try and find it. I unpacked boxes with paint which I haven’t used in the past ten years, I turned the everything upside down and inside out. Twice. And nothing. I tried thinking. Still nothing. I had looked absolutely everywhere in this house, and I can guarantee that it is not here. Now. Firstly this meant that there’s no legal way for me to get over the border, which obviously meant that we missed the trip, and my friend’s weddings. And secondly it meant that our flight adventure was cancelled.
The trip can still be retaken, but a wedding is a once off thing, and I am so sad and angry that I missed it. I still have no clue what happened to my passport. It pretty much vanished?! I guess someone had to have taken it. Just a pity that their timing sucked so badly.
As much excitement Valentine’s day holds for couples in love, so much loneliness does this day represent for those who are single. I’m lucky to have someone to celebrate this day with, but I know of many people who haven’t had a special someone for a long time. They dread this day of red roses, cards and gifts, and cannot stand the site of other couples cuddling in public. They avoid all the Cardies stores for a few weeks prior, and another afterwards. It hurts to be so harshly reminded that they’re without the love of their life.
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