Oops, I just published a title. Oh well, it can be edited, and it shall be!
What's been happening? Well, we tried to apply for visas to the US because we were supposed to play a festival in New York next week. The tour has kind of been plagued with issues from the beginning; our friends from Perth The Silents were supposed to play but couldn't get there, then one of our shows got cancelled, so we couldn't afford to bring our manager Heath with us.
Anyway, as you would imagine, the bureaucracy that you have to deal with is pretty intense, so there's this company that helps out, in an effort to encourage foreign bands to tour there. They were really helpful, gave us step by step guides to all the forms and regulations, and told us that this kind of performing visa is usually rushed through.
Unfortunately, the US government doesn't fast track Indonesian Muslims that have visited Mecca a few years ago - who would have thought? I guess it was always a possibility, but somehow I forgot to worry about it, I was too busy worrying about my own paperwork. So, we're not going to New York, there's no way they'll get Andy's visa through in time. But never mind, we'll get the visa eventually and play some other shows there instead!
It's probably for the best, it allows us to concentrate on getting jobs and bank accounts, and generally settling in here a bit more... Ross and I paid for this company that helps you get all that stuff organised, and they've booked us appointments for national insurance numbers and bank accounts. However, I'm here on my Icelandic passport and will be working under that name. So, you'd think I should get the account under that name, right?
Um, apparently, wrong. Because of the shenanigans between the UK and Iceland, Fastrack recommends that I get an account in my Australian name. Because, being Icelandic, I must have been pretty heavily involved in the running of the country and it's financial policy, and therefore all the trouble that was caused. Sorry. Promise I won't do it again. Can I please have an account now?
It's crazy, it's exactly like Maja's post where ordinary people are blamed for their whole country's mistakes. And in the case of Iceland, I'm beginning to be convinced that it's not even entirely their fault, let alone mine.
Hmm, I just realised my two stories are kind of similar. Interesting. Anyway, although neither of them are heartwarming, life is not bad. The sun is shining, there's a colourful street market outside of my window, and Ross just drew me a picture of a frog prince. I called my Mum and Dad today, they sound pretty happy and relaxed, and are cooking a barbecue tonight. Starting to miss Australia, but not in a painful way, just a nice nostalgic way.
And Kristinn sent me this photo. If anyone's ever feeling down...