I went for my own visa run this morning. Not much to report: another lovely walk through the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial, this time earlier in the day so there were men out fumigating it. There were four people ahead of me so I had about a 30 minute wait, not too bad. The application was taken care of quickly, since thanks to the GF going yesterday I knew exactly which information and documentation we had omitted to take yesterday, so for example I had an ATM slip for a withdrawal with its corresponding card ready to hand, proving I can access funds whilst here.
So let’s see what happens. It would be pretty dire if either mine or the GF’s is rejected. At the same time, while it’ll give us a breather for a few months, with borders closing and aeroplanes grounded all over the world, I wonder if it will be very difficult – perhaps even more so than it at the moment – to travel.
I think we were fortunate to be able to take advantage of a moment of freedom of travel, virtually globally. I had about 7 years to enjoy it, from when I first got a UK passport, and I’m glad that I did. We never made it to Sub-Saharan Africa. But I’m really relieved we didn’t buy that land in Costa Rica – it would have been devastating to find myself trapped on the other side of the world from all that is important to me, leave alone the difficulties in finding ourselves in a half-built rainforest hut as the global economy appears to crash down about our ears.