You can pass...

Every single stamp in my old passport was in the top right hand corner.
The hole went right through them all!!!

Living in Norway meant that I had to order my passport at the Dutch Embassy in Oslo. Which is about 2 hours away. By car, plane and train that is! But, since I had to order it in person, two weeks ago I made my way over together with Brom. It took about 5 minutes to order it and I knew it would take about 5 minutes to pick it up again as well. Until they asked me whether I wanted it sent home...

That meant however, that for the past two weeks I have been without a passport. I had thought about issuing my parents and other loved ones with the warning not to do anything silly with themselves (like getting seriously ill and such), but in the end I decided against it. You never know what people will get up to when you tell them not to do something!

However, in case of an emergency, the only thing I had to do was ring the Embassy and they would help out. As of today though, that is no longer necessary. Because today I picked up my new passport at the local supermarket (which also doubles as a post office). The photo is even worse than I thought, but there is plenty of space to put new stamps in. 

Now, where shall I go first??