February 19, 2009 § 4 Comments
It appears that I have gotten myself into a slight pickle with this visa dilemma. Now, although the nice German officers had decided to set me free into the night last week, the small possibility that I’m an illegitimate tourist still weighed on my mind like a cannonball waiting to burst forth.
After many attempts at contacting the Australian Embassy, I finally managed to speak to a person instead of a machine. Calmly explaining the situation, I asked Embassy Man for his advice. To summarize:
Me: So it’s not really my fault that the Swiss didn’t stamp my passport when I left the EU.
Him: No. But there’s really nothing you can do.
Me: What do you mean? Surely the embassy has encountered such similar scenarios?
Him: Sure, but we can’t do anything. You need to call the German police.
Him: Everything goes through the police.
I hang up. NO FUCKING WAY! I do not want to contact German police. They sound scary. I have decided that I have done everything I can to resolve the situation, and if my own embassy cannot assist me, then it shall be their fault.
Yes, that is an extremely good alibi. I will go with that. Oh, what an exciting life I lead.