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When I heard that this month’s travel link up was all about things we’d never do again whilst travelling, I rather felt that karma was kicking me in the proverbial behind. You see, when I saw the tweet announcing the topic I had just gone through a rather stressful weekend. A weekend that was meant to be fun, as I had a housewarming party in London to go to, I was going to a great restaurant and I was catching up with one of my best friends from university.
Perfect, right? Wrong. Until the end of this month I’m living in France, finishing off my year abroad, so the one thing I really need in my life is my passport. So imagine the rather large face palm moment when I discover I’ve lost my passport, and my debit card, a week before I fly back to France for my final final exams.
Let’s start from the beginning…
I’d decided I wasn’t going to drink that much as I had aforementioned exams to study for (how long was that really going to last anyway?), but I did at least attempt to be sensible. I had a great time catching up with Kirsty, having a good old chin wag and generally catching up over a few drinks. The night progresses and we start to think about heading out clubbing. I dive into my wallet to get my drivers licence, only to realise I’ve left that in France – good one Lauren. Oh well, I’m sensible on a night out – I’ve never lost so much as a hair bobble before so Kirsty reassures me that I’m going to be absolutely fine with my passport, cause I’m the sensible one.
12 hours later the scene is rather different. I wake up, roll over to grab my phone from my clutch, knowing for a fact I won’t have been sensible enough to have charged it, and get an almighty surprise. My phone’s there, yes, but my debit card isn’t.. Huh, that’s strange, I know I took it out and paid for drinks… Keeps digging… Ummmm so my passport isn’t here either…
“ANDY – WHAT DID I DO WITH MY PASSPORT WHERE IS MY PASSPORT?”. Jumps out of bed, runs round room in cartoon style throwing everything around the room because I’m convinced I’ve put them in one of those magical safe places.
They are nowhere to be found.
So I cancel my passport, which you really should do if you ever lose yours, only to discover the next morning that it’s been found… This is Monday, I have a flight on Saturday, and exams start a week on Wednesday. The passport office can’t reinstate my passport, and it’s going to take up to a week to get a new one. Cue many tears. Oh my god, it’s all a disaster, after everything I’m not going to make it back to Rennes in time for my exams. Oh god. What is life. I’m the sensible one.
6am train from Suffolk up to the passport office, to meet my loving best friend who has said “lost” passport to dash into the passport office, cry a little more and beg them to get me a passport as soon as possible. Here is the slightly amusing part – you can’t use the same passport photo twice. My “lost” passport was only made 6 weeks ago. Hilarious. So I had to take a new photo at the passport office – please imagine what I looked like after 3 nights of little to no sleep and a hell of a lot of stress.
Well that’s what I’m going to look like on my passport for the next 10 years. Oh the joys.
I have to say, the passport office were great, even though my passport wasn’t guaranteed until the next Tuesday, it arrived on Thursday evening, and I honestly thought I was going to kiss the man who gave it to me.
All’s well that ends well, right? Silver lining: at least I didn’t have time to stress about my exams too much!
Never, ever, ever am I taking my passport out again. Ever. Especially if I ever live abroad again!
Thank you to all the supporting actors in this story, including my parents, boyfriend and friends for being actual heroes and helping get me back to France. And also, some really lovely blogger ladies who were amazingly supportive and offering to help however they could – Angie, Polly, Jasiminne, Jaime, Catherine and Suze, you are all wonderful blogger friends!
Have you ever done anything whilst travelling that you wouldn’t do again?