DAY 70 Up at 7:30… made a bit of a fuss to get in the business centre early. Got the print out, arrived at the Embassy on time… got seen at 10:30am. Made a bee line for the same lady from Tuesday at booth 3. I had been watching her over the last few days. […]
Up at 7:30... made a bit of a fuss to get in the business centre early. Got the print out, arrived at the Embassy on time... got seen at 10:30am. Made a bee line for the same lady from Tuesday at booth 3. I had been watching her over the last few days. I liked her, she was pretty with a hard as nails persona... I bet she was a great laugh away from work. She wore the tiniest chink of a smile after dishing out verbal dress downs to other members of staff. She was the only one who spoke English in the building, I handed her all my bumf... she handed it right back.
" Go away! bring the correct one"
" this is the correct one" I said
"it's not" she barked
"I printed this off the online website you gave me"
I pushed it back through to her, she looked at it...
" Go and do it again"
I was miffed... her little chink of a smile began to show again. At this very point ' The worlds greatest looking woman' shuffled in beside me to have a look at what was going on. Trying not to stare too much I looked down at the application form in her hand... it was identical. She nodded in approval as I took it out of her hand to illustrate that they were both identical.
'LORD ABOVE'.... the beauty of this woman. I can't even explain. As I handed Visa woman the 2 forms her chink of a smile was still there...she then suddenly threw her hand over her mouth. This had little effect putting the blocks on what rapidly developed into a full blown, uncontrollable laughing fit. Replace the laughing clown in the perspex box with a pretty Russian consulate... that's what I was looking at for 10 minutes. She couldn't look at me, every time she did...off she would go again. It was a hilarious thing to witness, 'the worlds greatest looking woman and I couldn't stop laughing at her inability to stop. My complex however is now official, I cannot fathom this laughing thing out. She eventually caught her composure despite her smile bursting through as she returned to being 'hard as nails'.
In the top right hand corner of the form their was an indiscrepancy. Mine did not have the series of reference no's that 'most beautiful woman's' did.
" Go and do it again properly and be back before 12:30" visa woman barked.
I tried to explain the grief I went through trying to print the last lot off. She just wrote the same website out again. I double checked everything was in order... It was. I had to assume there was a glitch in the system, the glitch being- it would not process the English form the same as the Russian one. The only way to force the point would be to do it all again. With a taxi back to my digs then back to the Embassy I made it for 12:30...just. I forced my way through the 'Throng' outside and leaned into the speaker to suddenly hear...
" Come in Mr Grady"
She must of been in the security booth waiting for me. Was this flirting, was it nervous laughter before, or is this just the way of things in Kazakhstan. I went on to explain my 'Glitch in the system' theory. It took a while, but she accepted my theory after a few suits from upstairs confirmed my predicament.
" thes is your 3rd time here Mr Grady, your a nice man, I will help you".
She gave me the address of a professional office called 'realservice' who deal with these matters. Again I got a taxi to a far off point of Almaty. 'realservice' had relocated. I locate the new offices on the other side of the City...remember that no one speaks English!, my phone doesn't work and I can't use the Internet... simple things are very hard to achieve.
I made it back to the Embassy for 3pm, after paying through the nose to have someone fill in the same application form, but in Russian.
Waiting outside the gate stood ' The worlds greatest looking woman'. After all the running around I was a tad rattled. I composed myself to attempt a conversation... no need. She came and stood right in front of me, her gorgeous face inches from mine looking downward. The Kazakh 'Throng' outside the gate were staring at me as always. I showed her my new application form, she smiled as she took it from me, leaning in attentively. I tried to ask what she thought the laughing fit was all about just as members of the nosey Kazakh 'Throng' butted in... I think they were asking her if we were together. Her name got announced from the speaker and she disappeared behind the gate.
I was standing in front of booth 3... everything was correct. I paid top whack 17400 tenge/90 quid with high hopes of picking it up the following day...
"next Thursday" she said...
that chink of a smile was on show again. We went round the houses in what seemed like a flirting dispute.
" I do have to get back to England ye Know"...
" Then Go!" she said.
She thought this was a joke, I was treading on eggshells. She could of gave me it right then, instead I have to wait till Monday...
"have a nice weekend Mr Grady".
I was livid.
Back in the dorm room my french pal Charles had been replaced by a short, pot bellied Russian fella in his late 40's. He was in the City pitching illustrated Childrens books to publishing houses. He picked up my Guitar and played me a 30 minute set of Russian war songs before the lights went off.
' The worlds greatest looking woman' gave me her number.