The Saga Continues

Today I returned to the Russian Consulate to obtain my Visa for entrance into St. Petersburg. I arrived at 8:45 a.m. thinking I might beat the crowd. But, as I've learned, the Germans are quite prompt and don't wait for anyone.

It took about one hour to work my way to the front of the line only to be told I need to leave, go to the bank, pay 155 Euros for a processing fee and return. When I came back, the line was even longer. I wasn't sure if I could move to the front as I don't speak German and those around me seemed unwilling to help. So there I stood.

I watched as others squirmed their way to the front - some cutting in line, others who had done as I in going to the bank and returning. But again, since I don't speak German, and they most likely would have looked at me like, "Too bad" if I spoke in English, I stood with bitter lip.

That was until I made my way almost to the front and one gentleman who had cut once before decided to do it again. I stood my ground only to hear some story about him leaving on a plane on Monday. I argued but it was pointless. Finally, a woman behind me provided backup to the cheating stampede. Because behind her were two buggers bucking the system also. I can understand an old man needing through but I drew the line with a woman and her small child. She should have brought a stroller.

Needless to say, my passport now is in the hands of the Russian Consulate. I'll wait 7 days before returning with a number to collect my Visa. As I told Chris, this trip better be worth it. It was his idea to go to St. Petersburg so I hope he enjoys it. Not that I won't either, it's just dealing with such idiotic procedures pinches my last nerve. Why these people like to wait in line after line baffles me. It's a bit French. I'm sure they'd love to hear that.