Ladies and gentle men, come one, come all! Gather 'round and behold the perplexing disappearing, reappearing passport illusion!
For the past couple of days I've been under the impression that my passport was missing, probably stolen. I had left my baggage unattended at the hostel I'm staying at for a couple of days and during my trip to Osaka, one of my friends wanted to see what a Swedish passport looked like. Since I had brought the bag I thought contained the passport with my I presently reached for it but lo, there was nary a passport to be found. After looking through my bags, one, two, three times the charm, it still refused to present itself. Being the calm, logical person that I am I deduced that it must have been stolen, since I clearly remembered having it when checking in to the hostel. Seeing that the next appropriate action would be to contact the local authorities and the Swedish embassy, I acted accordingly and had within a few days gone through all the red tape needed to acquire a temporary passport and blocking my old, presumably stolen one. In a serene state and with a satisfying feeling of accomplishment, I returned to the hostel and on a whim decided to repack my bags. Now, here is where the real magic happens. What falls out of a crease in my neatly folded suit if not the wanting passport. Tadaa! And that's how you make 16,500 yen disappear. Just like magic.
Friday, November 9, 2007
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