No. 38 Mister Lucky I was relieved to land in Kuala Lumpur. Although my flight was delayed, I would still be on time to meet up with my girlfriend and catch our flight to Manado. Stressed and jet-lagged, I was exhausted. There was little time to rest before our journey to our destination, but I felt our holiday was saved. There was a long cue at customs on arrival at Manado airport. Most passengers would have to pay $10 for a visa and we were no exception. No problem of course, we waited our turn, paid the fees and joined the next cue for a passport check. My girlfriend passed without trouble, but upon showing my passport there was a problem. Apparently my passport was valid for just under six extra months. Six months validation of a passport is Indonesiaâs minimum and although I just bought a visa for the country, I was not allowed to enter. I was completely taken aback. I hadnât realised my passport was to expire in less than six months. After all the hassle I had been through, would I strand here, so near my destination? We requested to speak to the officer in charge and we were taken to the office of mister âLuckyâ. Yes⌠that was seriously his name. With a big smile he told us how he had spent some time in Holland during his studies and how delighted he was to see someone from The Netherlands in his office. Then he calmly explained that he would not allow me to enter the country. He seemed to enjoy himself. Wasnât there anything I could do?! There was not⌠I would have to return to Kuala Lumpur on the first available flight. And since the next flight would leave in three days, I would have to stay the remainder of the time in a local jail. Not eager to spend my Christmas in an Indonesian prison, I asked him what he could do for us. Mister Lucky stood up, opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out a big book. âThis is our law.â Another customs officer, present in the room, walked out of the office. (bij Manado,Sulawesi Utara) https://www.instagram.com/p/COORcvkrcs_/?igshid=g22tk6vny5wv