midlifebear
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Rather than make a pissing contest out of this, all I can say is that I've had to apply for new passports four times in the last 20 years because all the pages were filled with lots of unreadable exit and entry visa stamps. I'm working on my fifth that showed up within less than a week at the end of last October, 08'. So, I guess that's five passports (four of them completely filled) in the last 20 years. I doubt I'll ever need 15 passports in my lifetime. I prefer to go to a place, find a place to live and stick around for one or two months.
But a point of clarification, please: does being stuck in the unending Hell that is the connecting travelers' Duty Free Shopping Mall Terminal somewhere in the middle of Heathrow mean that one has been to England? They don't stamp your passport, so I assume it doesn't count. But I've spent what accumulates to almost a week in that place waiting for a bus to carry me to my connecting flight to India, Africa, Spain, and the rest of Europe simply because I like to fly on British Airways. It really is a Hellish prison of duty free colognes, perfumes, bad food, excessively expensive adult beverage refreshments and cranky Hindi money changers who always seem to be picking their noses when not counting the bills of various currencies. I think it should count, because one could potentially spend several weeks stuck in the place.
But a point of clarification, please: does being stuck in the unending Hell that is the connecting travelers' Duty Free Shopping Mall Terminal somewhere in the middle of Heathrow mean that one has been to England? They don't stamp your passport, so I assume it doesn't count. But I've spent what accumulates to almost a week in that place waiting for a bus to carry me to my connecting flight to India, Africa, Spain, and the rest of Europe simply because I like to fly on British Airways. It really is a Hellish prison of duty free colognes, perfumes, bad food, excessively expensive adult beverage refreshments and cranky Hindi money changers who always seem to be picking their noses when not counting the bills of various currencies. I think it should count, because one could potentially spend several weeks stuck in the place.
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