I just got back from the latest visit to the Customs people about my famous boxes, and I’m fit to be tied.

We first went back to the people we’ve been dealing with, carrying the latest document they requested. They gave us a new document with a great flourish, giving us to believe that the last thing was a signature by the senior officer and it was pretty much a rubber stamp. Hah!

We were with this guy for at least half an hour. He could have told us everything in five minutes, but he just kept telling us over and over again as if we were kindergarten children.

Anyway, I think I know what it is I still need and how to get it. Unfortunately I have to go back to see this guy again when I have it.

Argentine bureaucracy is stretching my Everything is Figureoutable philosophy to its limits!