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Mistakes: The Trip from Hades, Pt. 2

We finished shooting for SI and retreated to Coronado Island, outside of San Diego, for a few days rest before heading south to cover the Baja 1000 for Micron. Needless to say, this was quite different than the previous job I had in college, working part-time for a mid-size daily newspaper. Joe reminded me of this as we sat having breakfast on the patio one morning, overlooking the harbor and city, surrounded by palm trees and beautiful weather.

I was enjoying my stay on the island, walking around the nearby area snapping pictures, driving down to the village and shopping for flip flops, and visiting the beach at The Del. Yes, all was going well until the day before crossing the border to Mexico...

As I'm getting things organized, preparing to cross the border, I decide to ahead and pull my passport out of the camera bag pocket I had packed it in. I unzip the pocket, stick my hand in, and don't feel anything.

What. The. Crap.

I proceed to empty every single pocket of every single bag I have with me. Every zipper unzipped, every pocket emptied, every nook uncrannied. Nothing. It's official...

I... have lost... my freaking passport!

The passport that I had just gotten for this trip. The passport that had never been outside of the United States. The passport that had no stamps on any of the pages. Gone.

I go down to meet Joe for breakfast, having absolutely no idea what I'm going to do or how he is going to react. He walks in and greets me, but sees the look on my face and immediately asks what's wrong.

"I can't find my passport."

He looks displeased, to say the least, but gains his composure and immediately begins thinking about how we're going to pull this off. Luckily, this is taking place in 2006, and access to Mexico is still possible with a U.S. driver's license.

Once we figure this out, a sigh of potential relief is breathed (you never know for sure what's going to happen until it happens). We enjoy the rest of our time in Coronado, then prepare to venture south of the border.

The next morning, we awake, load our rental vehicle, and drive south. We arrive at the border, pull out the instructions that have been emailed to us on how to get our visas (the process involves a lot of going from one office to another and then back to the previous office, and it has to be done in a very particular order).

At one point, I am asked for my passport. I smile and say, "Driver's license?" as I hand it toward the officer.


Big, friendly smile. "Driver's license...?"

He rolls his eyes and accepts my license, finishes processing the paper work, and we're on our way.

Sweet! I made it into Mexico without my passport! It was a moment of joy for me. Unfortunately, it would be short-lived...


posted by Brad @ 1:05 PM,


At August 7, 2008 at 2:16 PM, Anonymous Larry Eiss said...

Oh! Sure! Keep us hanging, you dog!! LOL

At August 7, 2008 at 3:17 PM, Blogger Brad said...

dude, i'm stretching this out for as many posts as i can! seriously, there will be a pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4 depending on how long it ends up being.

At August 7, 2008 at 8:05 PM, Anonymous Martin said...

The suspense is killing me!

At August 8, 2008 at 10:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

don't stretch it out too long; or post more frequently. otherwise it gets annoying.

At August 8, 2008 at 2:30 PM, Blogger Alessandro Rosa said...

So did you ever find your passport? Had you left it home, in one of Joe's equipment bags or was it just gone forever?

When traveling with my passport, I always carry it in one of those wallets that hangs around your neck and goes under your shirt.

At August 10, 2008 at 8:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good post Brad and we are looking for your next one??
Tom and Jared

At August 11, 2008 at 4:28 PM, Anonymous Mark K_NJ said...

Yes, that's a rough one...but try standing in line at LAX, ready to leave for Bora Bora - on your honeymoon no less - and finding out that you've LOST your passport, most likely in San Francisco where you were living at they time.

At August 12, 2008 at 1:59 PM, Blogger Pshorten said...

Cliff hangers in blogs...who'd thunk it! Tell the rest, don't keep us in suspense.

At September 6, 2008 at 5:49 AM, Anonymous Thomas said...

I m still laughing my guts out as I write this comment, I can’t wait for more mistakes...the suspense is truly killing..I m right away subscribing to your blog feed. On a serious note this is a beautifully written blog…straight from the heart, simple and down to earth

At September 16, 2008 at 12:09 PM, Blogger Tom Legrady said...

Brad! Come Back! Don't leave us!

At September 20, 2008 at 2:54 AM, Blogger bmillios said...

August 3rd to now is a long time to wait for the rest of the story!

At November 4, 2008 at 2:01 AM, Blogger Kingsley said...

G'day from down under Brad....

Just noticed you haven't had an update in AGES!

And you certainly have been busy



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