We took the bikes on the train with us to Den Haag this time. Thought we might head seaside after we picked up our Russian Visas (still not knowing if we'd been successful applicants at this stage). Somehow we got out of paying 50 euros (each) for not buying a bike supplement ticket for the train ride...lucky us, I love the dutch. Being a property owner Mike needed to sign stuff, provide ID and send docs to QLD council so we did that first at the Australian Embassy. Good news, we were indeed successful in getting Russian Visas...but then came the failure - Mike's lost his wallet - it's fallen out of his pocket as he was riding. So my reaction is obviously...What the hell? Really? Are you for real? What is going on dude? How does this happen...again?....pretty colourful and creative language thrown in there too. Looked everywhere, giving his details to local shops, police stations and city hall - but eventually ended up needing a calming caffeine hit and took shelter in a local StarBucks, who just so happened to have wifi. Now comes another success (apart from the fact that your girlfriend registered you on SmartTraveller): the magic of the universe somehow placed Mike's wallet in the hands of (another!) honest person who has taken it to the Australian Embassy!!!!!!!!! (and he no longer calls himself a god-loving man). What the hell is going on!???? I guess something had to go wrong on Friday the 13th, but it makes me love the dutch even more :)
