Final memory of Nepal…well I guess to sum up my stay in Kathmandu my final adventure was to actually leave the country!
After standing in line at immigration, I was told that there is a problem. I told the kind man that I was aware that my visa was expired and that I am prepared to pay the fine. He motioned me to go through the walkway and to a booth where they could help me. I arrived there and told the woman my issue. She said, no problem and then asked me where I was from. Then I saw her cross off Slovenia on a small paper on her desk and replace it with USA. Knowing that she somehow mixed up the paper I gave her with some poor Slovene, I chose to stay silent. She then prepared an additional form for me; some kind of visa extension and handed it to me along with my passport and the wrong paper. Our brief conversation:
Me: “That isn’t me” pointing to the name on the form".
She: “But you put the wrong country down”.
Me: “I didn’t put down the wrong country, because that form is not mine. I did not give you that form; I gave you a different one.”
She: “But I asked you your country and I crossed it out on this form”.
Me: “I know you did, but I promise you, the name on that form is not my name and I did not fill that one out.” I went ahead and added, “Can you just give me another form and I will quickly fill it out”.
She: “No, he must have given you the wrong one; someone else's form”. (referring and pointing to the immigration man).
Me: “It’s OK, can I please just fill out a new form”.
She: “No, you go to that other counter [pointing down the way) and I will get your form.”
I then had to go back to the lady in the booth to show her I paid; then back to the immigration man to show him I had ‘bought a visa extension’ and finally one hour or so after I entered immigration, I had the little exit visa stamped on my passport; thus allowing me to actually leave the country (or at least the immigration area of the airport).
Instead I replied, “Yes, dried pickle, it is not a liquid, so I would like to take it on the plane with me”. He tossed one at me and said “You can take one in your backpack”. I said “WHY one! Why can’t I take 2, I have 2 backpacks.”, He just turned back to his nothingness and I figured I better just be happy with one before he calls the SWAT team to come rid his security area of the crazy pickle lady.
I packed my bag back up and added a “enjoy your pickle” remark as I walked away dejected. I slowly composed myself, pushed negative thoughts out of my head and found a quiet place to await my flight to Cambodia.