OK, if you are going to do your laundry when you travel always make sure you check the pockets. I prophesied a few weeks ago that things were going too well. Last night I did my laundry and found my passport still in its secure map pocket of my walking trousers, I thought nothing of it and put it out to dry, imagine my consternation when I checked the passport and I had faded from sight, all that remained was a ghost of my photograph. In the old pre-electronic days my passport used to get sodden on journeys across Germany on my motorcycle with no problems but now a little drop of water and I have been washed away.
I raced down to the nearest British Consulate in Portimao and after skidding across the pavement on an offering left by one of the local dogs I found that they had closed 10 minutes ago and tomorrow is a saints day (public holiday) so I am now banking on the consulate in Madrid but Hey! this is what makes travelling fun, anyway to keep you amused her are a few messages from the locals.
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