{"id":1103,"date":"2015-09-15T06:03:35","date_gmt":"2015-09-15T13:03:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/orangefroglogistics.com\/?p=1103"},"modified":"2015-09-15T00:46:16","modified_gmt":"2015-09-15T07:46:16","slug":"resilient","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangefroglogistics.com\/blog\/resilient","title":{"rendered":"Resilient, will travel"},"content":{"rendered":"
First things first: I am back. Back from a long hiatus, mainly due to work engagements, and selfishly due to a basic and primal need to catch up on life: from the boring to the glamourous, and the commitment to attend every detail of it. So yes, I went away, invited to take part in the 1st European Games<\/a>\u00a0earlier this year. And, bottom line, without any cynicism or sarcasm, this project definitely reset my sense of patience and adaptability. The exoticism of the destination may have played a role in that statement.<\/p>\n Following some drastic immigration rules, the host country of these Games has to issue an official invitation before allowing to cross its border. This is nothing out of the extraordinary, not my first time to go through that level of administrative procedure either. Yet, a surprising strike happened at YVR<\/a>, my departure airport. 1. The airline agents had never heard of this destination (not making this up: I was told \u201coh, I know where Khazikistan is!\u201d\u2026). 2. They were therefore confused about how to handle the invitation letter instead of a \u201cproper\u201d visa. For some reason, I had anticipated their perplexity enough that, after easing things out with them, I still had plenty of time to catch my plane without stress.<\/p>\n