Police Clearance Certificates

And so the pain begins….

 

What could possibly go wrong getting a police clearance certificate.

 

This sad tale begins at the local police station, where rudeness is the order of the day, and the ability to copy the correct ID number from the correct ID book on the correct form eludes our office on numerous occasions, and he would not have noticed had Keri not spotted it.

But to his defense he was filling out the form rather quickly, I believe it only took him, to fill out both forms with name, id number and place of birth, about 45 mins, which in hindsight was surely a blinding pace.

 

After taking some finger prints, and having the ink smudged over our marriage certificate, we were left with our hand covered in ink and no suggestion of how to clean them. After asking we begrudgingly directed to a kitchen, which we were not allowed into, to get some soap, so that we could wash our hands with an outside tap ! Ahh nothing like quality service.

 

…Skipping over much rudeness when it comes to paying…

 

All in good time ( my British Clearance Certificate got back sooner ) one of the envelopes arrives, but alas only one, Keri’s. Mine however, managed to get lost in the mail.

 

So on the phone I get and ask if they can reprint one for me. Why yes of course we can, but it will take 7 days, call us back then.

 

…..Time passes, the earth cools……

 

Right one week gone… I phone and check if it is ready, and yes they say, however being a cynic I ask them to please find it for me, needless to say, the get back on the phone and say, well umm yes it is supposed to be here, but we can’t find it, phone tomorrow.

 

…ZZZZZZ….

 

Right phone again, Yes they have it I can fetch it… so I get all cynical again, can they find it for me… oh umm oops it should be here, but we can’t find it.

 

Eventually I get someone on the phone who can help, and she say, yes no problem I will just reprint it for you, it should be done in a hour.. and an hour later I get a phone call all done.

 

Why oh why don’t you get those people the first time :-(

Go with the Pro ?

So, i guess the R60 000 question, should you go with a pro or go it alone.

So we went to one of the emigration presentations by a New Zealand emigration specialist, Protea Pacific . Now over the years I have become a bit of a cynic, and my first thought is this:

"You now have a room full ( I would guess about +-100 people ) who you know that at least 90% of them are likely to be leaving because they are fed up, frustrated or just plain afraid, and here you are trying to selling a me a service... hmmm I wonder which card you are going to play ?"

And sure as Bob, that was there; predictions of the rand dropping, comments on the inability to sell property, lack of future for your children, anecdotal stories of our natural south african aggression, implying how naturally stressed we are ( ie things are even worse than you imagine )

Tied to that was the analogy that getting to New Zealand is "like climbing mount Everest", you can do it yourself, but getting a guide is well worth it. Detailed descriptions on why you "have to suspend logic" in this process, because at the end of the day you are dealing with people who have authority to make decisions, with on concept of precedence helping your cause, and really what can you do from South Africa anyway.

However, despite all the things you would have expected from a salesman, there was the flip side. Their rates are huge, the cost to have a one-on-one 1 hour chat were enough to make you think twice +-R1000. The promise that even if you go with them, it can be 2 of the worst years of your life, in fact, our presenter, Iain ( and co-owner I understand ), went so far as to say that he would not want to make the move himself, despite having done this for 19 years now.

We took the opportunity to chat in person, and in that I genuinely got the confidence that what Iain was saying was honest and direct, not sales double talk, just sales talk.

I guess you cannot blame a salesman for using the current state of play to sell the product. If I were to try and sell some ice to someone in a dessert, I think I too might bring up the heat once or twice too :-)

So this is the route we are going to try...

I think at the end of the day, we will have enough worries of our own, in just moving that it will be a load off to know that there is someone there who will have a level head, have all the experience, and the contacts to help you settle in, and that is if things go well. If they go badly, then all the more worth the money.

If you have made the move, and have an opinion on this, I would be keen to hear it.

Passports Pain...less !

Ahh how nice it is to have something go smoothly.

You know that panic feeling you get when you look at your passports and realize that one of them has expired, and you don't have any for your children.... you start to think that getting this right might be harder than getting into New Zealand.

Well it was delightfully simple. Making use of the Passport Centre we were in and out in about 15mins which is very important, cause we had to take our 2 children in with us so that I could sign for their passports.

So what was the process:

1) First we went to our local Passport Center or some other company that I am sure will offer a similar service, and complete the appropriate forms and get the photos done there.

2) Pick your day ( any day ) and go to the government dept. We went the very next day. First we went to the Passport centre office across the road and sign a blank form, which we did not have to complete.

3) We got our escort to walk across the street and jumped the queue, because they have somebody there the whole day queue for whom ever they have next.

4) Got to the counter and signed some more empty forms, as our escort handled all the talking and we were done. They fill out the forms after you leave.

Ahh painless, the way it was meant to be, all within a lunch break.

I bet I won't have too many post like this in the future, but then again, I should keep quite until I have the passports in my hand.

A death to start a new life...

...So the talk has been going back and forward now for a year or so now, and the decision has finally been made to give the idea of moving to New Zealand ( from South Africa ) a serious go.

To try and make things interesting, and force me to reflect, I decided to try and blog the roller coaster ride that I am sure this will be, and then attempt to try and detail the lessons learnt in a web page, so that other can benefit from what I have learnt, for free.

Sadly the key driver was the death of, more accurately the senseless murder of, one of my wife's family friends Jennifer Ray Hall. On a positive note however there have already been arrests, so that does give some confidence, but little to remove the associated fear that feeds upon horrors like this.

If you join us ( my wife Keri, my boys Seth, & Gabriel, and myself Stephen ) along this journey, then I look forward to hearing from you, getting your advice, your stories, or even your reasons why we should not go.

.. and so it begins....