So my drama for the week… I lost my passport somewhere between clearing customs to the US in Vancouver and arriving at my hotel in Denver.
First time this has ever happened to me – normally I’m borderline facist about constantly knowing where my passport is. Sadly, it never turned up.
I almost managed to sweet talk my way onto my flight home in Denver (armed with a driver’s liscence, birth certificate and aeroplan elite card). But literally at the last second a manager got nervous and pulled me back. End result, I flew to Seattle, rented a car and drove home. It strikes me as curious that you can cross the border by at ground level with a driver’s license and a secondary ID, but you can’t at 30,000 ft. I mean, don’t misunderstand me, I’m an idiot for not knowing where my passport is, I just think it’s a curious fact.
Since I’m supposed to be back in the US a week Sunday I suppose I’m also about to test the speediness of Canada’s passport processing system. I suspect I’m in trouble – but who knows! (possibly some intrepid reader with a story to share…)
As an aside: between this event and getting food poisoning between Mississauga and Wallingford, CT last week I’m beginning to doubt my status as a veteran traveler.