New Zealand Embassy

This reminded my of the Japanese lessons I watched at Nathan's place. Da, da da da da daaa "Oa... Neko ga i masu!".

Then I went to the New Zealand embassy for some help on visa information. It was just like from a movie. They spoke to me through an intercom asking me what is my business here. I said to get information on my visa. She asked if I was a New Zealander. I asked, can't you tell by my accent? (not knowing she was Japanese). She said no so I said yes I AM from New Zealand, is this some kind of "secret society" building. Then all the locks unlocked and the doors opened. There were cameras everywhere. The place was huge and unoccupied. There was a library, some leather couches and some business people walking past behind secured glass doors. We asked our question. Whats the procedure for us (Me and Hiromi) to get married. She said take a seat. 30 minutes passed so I asked again but before I could finish, she told me to please wait. A further hour passed, we were starting to get hungry then an old Japanese lady came out. She answered the question and gave me a form to fill out. It was only one page - name, address, parents address etc. I already downloaded and printed that page from the Internet. Just before I finished the form she said that she would come back in 5 minutes and so she hobbled off out the security door. Just under an hour later we're wondering where the hell? Did she die? So I went to reception, we're going to go now, but the reception said oh just one minute so she buzzed the old bag then about another 10 minutes later she pops her head out. I tell her - yeah we're going now. And so the reception unlocked the doors so we could leave. What a crock of shit. They gave me a crappy photocopy of what I already downloaded from the Internet and they couldn't answer simple questions cause their English wasn't good enough. That's the kind of help you can expect from your country if you're a New Zealander here. DON'T COME HERE. It's not in their best interest to help you.

On a lighter note, they had a real Kiwi in a glass box. The place out side was beautiful with a kind of Pa inviting you, if you make it through the fingerprint security door.