One of this week’s deliverables was a visa for the Shanghai trip. This involved a total of about five hours in line at the Vancouver PRC consulate, an unpleasant place; but the visa looks great.
Outside, there are the Falun Gong people complaining about being abused; inside, leaflets complaining about the Falun Gong being liars. Inside, it’s not notably worse than any other public-sector waiting room, except for the altercations. On several occasions there were outbursts of shouting and arm-waving, on one occasion involving security types hustling someone out of the room. Then when I got to the front of the line to pick up my passport, I had to wait 15 minutes because it was the official’s break time. During the wait, a woman barged in front of me and when snarled at in various languages, said something in English about being rejected and wanting her passport back. This developed into an extended shouting match, if I knew Putonghua I’d have learned the (probably terribly sad) story. Really quite nasty.
Note the good engraving and typography; I blanked out the data fields, leaving a couple to illustrate the nice lettering; I assume the “issued at” value is Chinese for Vancouver?