After much stress and problems on the way here (my life has to be a roller-coaster indeed), I am safely writing from the hotel room in Leon.
I arrived on Friday early morning in the airport to board my flight to Miami (where I was transiting). As I happily go show my ticket:
American Airlines Person: I’m sorry, you can’t board this flight.
Me (an eye twitching): What?
AAP: You need a visa for America.
Me: But I’m not going to America.
Alas, my way of reasoning failed, and it seems that I (being a Romanian citizen) actually need a transit visa to pass through the US. Never been told such a thing from the agency that arranged my travel. So I spent countless pounds on internet connection and making calls until I managed to get booked on a direct flight to Mexico City, where I was going to stay overnight and then go on a flight to Leon in the morning.
The adventure continues. As I arrive in Mexico City I try to get some money off my Visa Debit. It refuses to give me money. (Y u give me no money?). Then comes 15 minutes spent on the phone with Lloyds TSB, being asked a million questions about security and that apparently someone tried to use my card to get money in Mexico. Obviously, that being me. So, eventually, they accept that I am the one trying to get money for myself.
Now my current quest is this: I need a transit visa, as most (if not all) flights to Melbourne are through the US. That means going to the Consulate. The nearest in San Miguel. 100 miles away. Sigh.
Didn’t have enough of my Mexico peregrination? This post is part of a series: