Ode to my Passport
My passport and I have had a lot of adventures together over the past 9 years. Now we will be forced to part due to an arbitrary date of expiration. Today I must send dear old friend passport away, and get a younger, uglier, thinner, empty model with a newfangled tracker chip. So this post is dedicated to you, passport that helped me accomplish one of my life goals--to fill you up!Oh, the fun we had! Take a walk down memory lane with me, passport...
- Once, we drove about 10 minutes into Cambodia after being forced to leave you at the Vietnamese border. Thankfully, we were happily reunited after lunch.
- Then there was that time you were stolen from my nightstand while I slept and then dumped unceremoniously under a bush. Can you imagine, Mr. American passport dumped under a bush in China?! The nerve!
- In Cuba, they refused to stamp you, but the papers they stamped instead left a smudge, a bright pink smudge, fitting for Cuba.
- Then I had to take you to the Beijing embassy, where they unceremoniously taped extra pages unevenly in the middle of you.
- I love your European stamps that show if you came by car or train or plane. I wonder what happens if you walk across the border?
Why are Asian countries are so particular about stamping entry and exit next to each other neatly, while the world stamps totally at random (causing the passport rage demonstrated in the picture, taken on the train at the Austria/Slovakia border)? Oh passport, you are so beautiful with your 35 stamps, 12 visas, and one pink Cuba smudge. Traveling will just never be the same again...
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