So I am whole again. My passport arrived this morning, by the hand of our wonderful local courier, Josh.
I managed yesterday to get through to that one person at NZ Post in Auckland who was able to physically go and sight the parcel.
It was not damaged (at all!!). Look at the photo below.
So the nine day delay and subsequent belly acid was all for nothing.
I could rant, I could rage… or I could just accept that such things happen. Someone somewhere was following a procedure, a process, a rule.
It could have been worse. Life is worse for so many others, I get to visit Uganda for the first time. That’ll be interesting.
All is well again in my universe.