Look how wonderful this is:
The immigration guys can stamp wherever they want! In fact, I'm going to ask them to stamp right in the middle of the page, just for the sheer hell of it.
What you don't see, though, is a Vietnamese visa. Normally this would be because I have a residency permit, but nowadays my passport doesn't say the same name or number as my residency card, so I'm on a flight to Vietnam with just an exciting letter from my pals at the Vietnamese immigration office, asking the passport guys if I could kindly come back into their country.
Isn't it fun, that in this day and age, you can get on a flight booked in one name with a passport that says another and enter a socialist republic without first having visited the embassy and waited around for six hours by just producing a shiny gold marriage certificate, being polite, and making a few phone calls? Globalisation, hey?
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