Well, my sister lost her passport on our first night. Take it from me, this is definitely one of the worst things that can happen to you while on holiday.
We spent the better part of today trying to figure out how to resolve this quite major issue (some of which could be done from the beach, luckily). Hotels, taxi companies, embassies and police were called. Many ideas were bandied around – some good, some desperate.
The best possible solution is for her to fly to Washington, D.C. at 6.45am tomorrow. There she will get an emergency passport, which will be ready by Thursday (worst case scenario). She will then meet us in Nassau in the Bahamas when our cruise ship docks there on Friday.
If she gets super-lucky, the passport may be ready tomorrow, in which case she can fly back and get the boat with us when it leaves Miami on Wednesday.
The other complication is flying to Washington without a passport. So we’ll see how that goes. She spoke to the airline and they said to just bring as much ID as she can and, based on what she has, she should be ok. But they can’t vouch for the security people who also check ID.
Fun times. But this is at least an improvement on our original thinking, which was that she might not be able to get on the cruise at all. In that dire scenario, she would just meet us back in Miami for the flight to Martinique. Which would be balls.
Anyways, let’s see how this all pans out. It will be an expensive and painful lesson in how to treat your passport like precious, precious gold.
Pic of us at dinner last night – we reunited with a whole bunch of ex-Aussies who now live in West Palm Beach.