So after my Montenegrin Meltdown the other night I’ve been busy putting myself back together.
Ever been on a trip and spent it wondering what the fuck you were doing? No? Just me then.
I board the bus and I greet the driver. “Good morning,”, I say, giving him my brightest smile. “I’m going to Balmedie, please”. He smiles back and then winks at me. “That’s a coincidence! So am I.”
So where was I? Oh yes… I’M DUE TO GET ON A FLIGHT HOME IN EIGHT HOURS’ TIME AND I HAVE NO PISSING PASSPORT. Uttering more expletives than the beginning of Four Weddings and a Funeral I tip my room upside down one last time before resigning myself to the fact that it has goneContinue reading “Passport panic!”