The day had started well, after a
solid night sleep in what is meant to be my jungle bungalow for the upcoming
diving season at Khao Lak, Thailand. I got picked up by taxi and transferred on
time to Phuket airport, after a 90 minutes ride where I slowly woke up sipping
a coffee in my beloved takeaway tumbler, listening to awesome tunes from my
selection, such as this one.
At the airport, I handed my
passport to a ‘Document check’ assistant of the airline. She tells me “your
passport damaged, wait please”, and sends me to the farthest away counter. The lady
made some embarrassed faces before telling me I cannot board the flight to
Singapore. The reason is: my passport is damaged. The thing is, I came from
Singapore with this passport, which is indeed slightly cut off and wrinkled on
the one page that matters, but no one had ever told me anything else than “be
careful Sir, your passport page is tearing off, don’t lose it”. It still read
fine at automatic gates everywhere I travelled to recently. Despite me pointing
this out, I get told that I will get denied entry in Singapore with this
passport.
“But I came from there!!!” I complained.
“Please ask again to your supervisor! This passport is functional! If you swipe
it, it will find my identity!”
Now, what worried me immediately is
that my 30 days tourist visa expires that same day. And the chance of getting a
new French passport done in Thailand within a day probably equals the number of
fucks given to Donald Trump about decency. None. I insisted but the supervisor
came in person to tell me that I better redo a passport in the kingdom because
being flown to Singapore and denied entry would surely mean that I would be
sent back to Thailand and denied entry here as well. Result of the operation: me,
stuck in the no man’s land of Phuket airport. Not an option I value highly. After
a few more despaired attempts, I admitted my defeat and walked away to focus on
solving the next problems to come.
My visa expires today and if I
don’t manage to extend it, tomorrow, I’m illegal in a country that isn’t
exactly known for the kindness of its “justice” system. Not an option either.
After a distress call to my lovely girlfriend, I get the sound advice of
calling the French embassy to see if there is any way I can obtain an
emergency/temporary travel document that would let me board that flight. I am
being told to send an email. I send it
and thankfully, get a reply within one hour. The subject of my email, “Urgent.
Help. Stuck in Phuket Airport”, might have helped to get a quick reply... Flight
is already missed, but it seems little compared to the nightmare to come.
Embassy’s email lists 2 options for
me.
Option 1: gather some admin documents, pictures and shit, and make an
appointment at embassy in Bangkok (usually 1 months lead time), and then wait a
good 15 days after papers submission for the passport delivery.
Are you still with me? Now, here is
the simple math problem of the day: provided that Thibaut renews its current
tourist visa to a maximum of 30 more days before he needs to get out of the
country (with a valid passport of course), and that the lead time to get a new
valid passport from his national administration stands at a minimum of 45 days,
when can Thibaut leave the country?
Exactly.
He fucking can’t.
Which leaves me with option 2: ask
for a “laissez passer” (right to cross a border) at Bangkok embassy, valid once
and only for a return flight to France, where I will have ample time to ask for
a new passport and return to Thailand if I am masochist enough.
I am indeed supposed to start my job as a scuba
diving instructor in Khao Lak, Thailand, on November 1st, under the
reserve of my obtention of a work permit, and a… non-immigrant Visa B from the
Thai authorities...
Now, my only chance not to incur stupid flight costs to France is to score an earlier appointment for a passport renewal, for which I am on permanent standby.
Now, my only chance not to incur stupid flight costs to France is to score an earlier appointment for a passport renewal, for which I am on permanent standby.
nb: I
voluntarily omitted the part of the story where I’m stressing over the visa renewal at
Phuket immigration office, because your head might hurt if you ever read this
until the end. My head hurts too.