The visa saga-part 2

So, where was I...
yes, his highness the HC has arrived and the passports are lying in an empty office next door.
By this stage I'm seriously dehydrated-no evidence of a water dispenser or God forbid, a coffee machine- (if I ever, ever, ever have to come back to this forsaken hell of a place-I'll make sure there's a fully packed picnic hamper and books to read.
Also I have now been sitting for 4 and a half hours and am in dire need of a bathroom.
None in sight around here-BUT I'm told to go to the main entrance into the mansion-there's one there. I go and enter a royally interior decorated entrance hall with crystal chandelier et all.Through another set of double story heavy double doors and find the bathroom sign. In and on, but not after I spray the seat with disinfectant, which i carry around with me always and my own papertowels-did I mention there was no bogroll anywhere? So, don't forget that if you should ever have to go...
It stinks and there is a teatowel which has long forgotten its original color to wipe one's hands. The white painted door has multible black handprints in a sort of layered effect-clearly no-one bothers to wash hands.
FCOL! How difficult can it be to keep 2 toilets clean?
I step out and into the passage, somewhat relieved and ...bump into the lovely C. who hands me my passport.
What???
It has my single entry visa in it!
Success at last!
I fetch my friend who stares at me in disbelief and we get on the road back to Jo'burg where we eventually arrive at 5.30pm.
BUT...I have a visa and all is well.
For now.

Part 3 to follow shortly.