“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
My adventure to the subtropical island paradise between Portugal and Africa was put in jeopardy when I realised I’d forgotten something pretty darn vital. My passport.
I’d woken up at 4am to catch my flight just after 7am, and was checking in when I realised this. I was thinking about how relieved I was to not be having any drama on this trip, when the easyjet check in lady asked me for my passport. A train hit me in the stomach, going 400km/hour. I was not going to lose my 170 euro return flights just like that. Oh hell no. I argued that my citizen’s metro card would suffice as photo identification, as I had to give proof of address and show…
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