Botswana – Passport — The North Star Reports, sponsored by The Middle Ground Journal
Last summer, I returned to Francistown, Botswana, where I spent much of my adolescence and where my parents still reside. It was my first trip home in over two years. Understandably, I was quite excited. Of all my experiences during my visit, the one that remains the most memorable involves a damaged passport, security guards, and a bus filled with illegal immigrants.
My passport was damaged by way of washing machine. I had foolishly forgotten to empty my pockets before doing laundry. Reasoning that it would be safer to obtain a new passport rather than take my chances with a damaged one, I planned a trip to the nearest town with an embassy: Gaborone. My trip to Gaborone proved to be far more exciting than anticipated. I left Francistown early Monday morning and arrived at the…
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