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I have a 'lost passport report'!

Actually, thats not strictly true. I don't have it in my possession, its on its way to Beirut for another stamp. I get to go back to the police station to pick it up on Monday. I should note that it took a couple of false starts to get this far. The police station in Tyr closes at funny times, so on the first visit no-one was home, on the second we got as far as the office and found out they had to send to Saida for something, which would take three hours, so to come back tomorrow. So this morning, on my own (leaving the lads with the lovely Argentinian next door) I took myself, and my receipt (you remember the receipt) back to the police station.

My report was duly written. In Arabic. In triplicate. By hand. It has more stamps on it, which (I've found out) are payment for the copies. I now understand the true meaning of 'stamp-duty'. During the process they asked me a couple of questions. One of them was who my parents were and how to spell their names (Mum, Dad, you're now part of the Lebanese 'due process'). Not sure why. I think the whole 'family is important' philosophy I talked about before has something to do with it… that, or they'll be stopped at immigration when they come to visit and be given a stern talking to about raising such an irresponsible child.

On Monday, I'll be sending the report to the Embassy for translating. Eventually, this report will work its way home and we'll get new passports. Eventually.

God knows what the tourists who are only here for a few days do if they lose their passports. Cancel the rest of their travel plans would be my guess.

I called this post success. As I write this, #1 son is practicing his leopard crawling, which is pretty freaking cool to watch just quietly. He still hasn't quite managed to coordinate arms and legs with pushing off the ground, but it's not far away, and I think that kind of success warrants a celebration. Pity the wine here is so uninspiring (I have been told there is a good vintner here but I have yet to find the wine). Unfortunately, he has also mastered 'the piercing squeal'. Slightly less awesome, but luckily reserved for letting me know he's hungry. Speaking of which... the mother of twins work is never done...

Posted by karicketts 06:53 Archived in Lebanon

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Sounds like fun girl. It makes the old saying of "don't fight the white" very appropriate. Glad things are going well for you mate. Hi to Hayden

by John

Congrats! in Singas i have to put my parents occupations, birthdates etc etc when applying for jobs here, also most weird!

by russ

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