One Wild Journey, One Crazy Couple, One Life to Live
What is that saying? For every door that closes, a window is opened? Where the heck is the window?! It is pretty darn stuffy in here!
I spoke with Naved, our fabulous ‘fixer’, who helped us to get our registration sorted out. He said, and I quote, “I tried very hard, but I just can’t get the Road Pass”. This admission came after four months of knocking at the door of the Ministry of Transportation, calling and paying visits to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and sending letters and documents to the Embassy of Uzbekistan. We were in touch with the Department of Foreign Affairs in Mazar-i-Sharif, the largest border town with Uzbekistan, as well as with the Consulate there. I asked a former colleague and friend of mine in Mazar to approach both offices personally. I even spoke with a friend in Uzbekistan who put me in touch with friends of hers who know people in the Ministry of Transport in Uzbekistan. Friends and family and friends of friends have all been trying to help us to obtain the coveted Road Pass, and for the last four months Naved has been telling us it will only take two more weeks. Today, however, those seven words: “I just can’t get the Road Pass”, sounded like the final door clicking shut.
So, what does this mean? Does this mean that all our hard work to get the parts, the registration, and the assistance that we needed to get the car on the road have been for naught? Do we cut our losses and hop on the next plane out of here?
Not a chance! We are looking for the window. I am sure it is there somewhere. This afternoon I called an old colleague at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and am keeping my fingers crossed. Somewhere, I am sure I can feel a breeze.