Things are a happenin'...
Well, Sparky got his permit from the Netherlands. Oddly enought, it is addressed to Sparky and Me, but there is no mention of my cannon on his paper. Soooo, I got on the fax machine this morning - actually Sparky's fax machine because mine is a tad possessed - and began playing the "let's try to get a fax through on the only fax machine in the Netherlands" again. As it happened, Sparky was able to get it through later in the day. He was faxing my best, simplest, English fit for Dutchmen. I referenced Sparky's permit and noted that my cannon wasn't mentioned, even though my name was. I hope it works.
We had planned to use a permit service in South Africa, but Sparky actually stopped looking at home renovation sites on the internet long enough to discover that we can get permits in advance. It seems that we need to have the stuff in 21 days in advance, but the silver-tongued devil himself has managed to get someone to agree to put them through with only 16 days to go. This meant we had to get all that stuff faxed today, after we had it certified by a lawyer-type. I hope this works. If it doesn't, we will be standing in line with the rest of the poor schleps.
I have decided I will have to make a trip to the city to acquire some final bits of gear. I already started looking for my lucky suitcase, but no body seems to know where it is. I guess I should have a look for a new suitcase... No matter, I am going fishing next week and I will worry about things after I get back.