It's not much of a Cheese Shop then, is it??

Dealing with the French consulate has proved to be stressful, illogical and ultimately pointless. It's like being trapped in a Monty Python sketch - think Cheese Shop. Except I don't even get to yell at anyone because I can't ring the visa section. They don't have a phone number. Right. Good. Thank god for Dayana, poor woman in the press office, who has been forced to answer my calls after my dubious introduction name dropping ABC Radio. Well, I'm getting desperate. Better cross your fingers folks because at this point our passports wont be back till Monday (even then, sans Togo visas) and yes, we leave on Monday. SHUT THAT BLOODY BOUZOUKI UP!! My head hurts. I'm going to bed.