Few things can be as stressful when you're on the road as losing a passport.
Mine was stolen years ago while I was on a job in Brisbane.
"Bloody convict-descended Australians," I muttered, only to be informed by the good sorts in the Brisbane Police CIB that my bag had, in fact, been nicked by a Kiwi.
My money and ID gone, I was left with nothing but the clothes I wore but I needed to get to Sydney to get a new passport so I could return to my job in London. The insurance company sorted me a flight to Sydney and somehow I convinced Qantas staff to let me on the plane with no ID. Wouldn't fancy trying that today.
Jane Jeffries shares a similar tale of passport stress — and some handy tips.
