When I wrote the "Welcome" post, Rory was a little confused. "But we aren't even there yet!" he said. But I might as well document everything: preparing, packing, getting there, wandering around. And this visa process is turning out to be a monster, so that means that I'm going to whine about it.
Ready? Good. Here is the story: We turned in our electronic applications on February 15th. We got chest X-rays and mailed them to the London NZ Immigration office, as directed, on February 21st. On the 27th, I made the long trip back home, confident that we were just a couple of weeks away from being Working Holiday Visa Holders.
And then a few weeks passed, with no word. We both wrote emails to the generic help link, which were both answered slowly and with not much clarity. Finally Rory was able to get through to a real person- Noa- who figured out that our X-rays were lost. At least they admitted that it was their fault.
But it still means that we are severely delayed, and that the way forward isn't clear. If I was still in the UK, I could just visit the hospital and ask for another copy. But I am thousands of miles away. I could pay for another, but it would mean another six weeks here...at least. And I haven't seen Rory in a month.
So, at the moment, we are stuck. Hopefully in a couple of months we can read this entry and laugh.
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