Poor Randy, on the other hand, passed a beautiful morning back in the good old U.S of A, doing some stolen document replacement. the experience itself was kind of interesting, if not really very rewarding. passing by the buildings next door with the kids spray painting "(expletive) USA", through the 5 layers of security, body scans, x-rays, and into the little white "consular affairs" box crammed with screaming, crying, pleading humanity crawling up the walls and hanging from the ceiling. several hours and several disinterested embassy personnel later, still no passport but at least it will be mailed at great expense.
Well, the maté water's getting cold, so we're onto a congratulatory/conciliatory dinner.