THE ODYSSEY WORLD VISA GUIDE

One of the things that holds back many people from travelling is the prospect of wasting time and effort attempting to get into countries that would quite prefer it if you didn't bother.  However, it is a false presumption.  In more than 150 countries worldwide you can turn up without shelling out $$$ for an invitation first. So here’s a comprehensive list of the visa requirements for British Passport Holders for every country in the world, although it may come in useful for other nationalities as well. I’ve split the world into four main categories: No Visa Required, Visa On Arrival, Prior Visa Required and Letter of Invitation (LOI) Required. No Visa Required: You beauties!! Note the (very) high prevalence of prosperous, confident and democratic countries in this list. Visa on Arrival: Not quite as good as no visa at all, but much, much less hassle than: Prior…

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Day 145: It’s Gonna Cost Ya…

25.05.09: And so my journey took me to the most expensive country so far. More expensive than Japan, Norway and London PUT TOGETHER. I am talking, of course(?), about Senegal. The Sept-Place taxi that took me to the border (as any who half a brain cell should be able to work out) is designed to take seven passengers. Mine took FOURTEEN. After a good few hours of that (and the fact we stopped every few seconds to pay some corrupt policeman a bribe), I was ready to kill, kill and kill again, but now I had the border to negotiate. Sorry mate, it's closed until 3pm. What? Yeah, closed. What for? Lunch? I looked at my watch. 12:15pm. A calculation in my head - if I wait until 3, I'll get into Dakar about 11 at night. Dakar, first time, by myself, at 11pm. Hmm... Okay,…

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Day 141: Letters of Transit

21.05.09: Now I know how Ilsa felt. But at least she had Rick to save the day. I arrived in Rabat at 5am. I tried to get my head down in a hotel, but they were all full. So I sat in a café drinking coffee and writing up my blog. Eventually it was time to hit the Mauritanian embassy and get a visa into their infernal country. Outside the embassy, I got chatting with a few others in the queue who were trying to get a visa. They reckoned it would take two days to come through. No Luke, I am your father... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Two days didn't mean two days. It's Thursday today. Two days means MONDAY (the embassy won't be open Saturday, will it?). Oh, for the love of... Racing to get the form filled out, I got my application in (second! - not…

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Day 139: The Mauritania Disaster

19.05.09: Yawning and creaking, I staggered off the bus. It was still dark in Dahkla. After a particularly weird conversation involving the local police and a desert taxi driver (implying I would have to wait three days for a shared taxi to the border), I parted with 130 Euro [CHINNNNG! See those gold rings fly!] to hire all six places in the desert taxi. It's four hours drive to the border, so I kinda justified the cost - there is no real public transport, it's shared taxi or nothing, and if you ain't got nobody to share... Only (I found out later) I think the cop meant that I would have to wait three hours, not three days. Heures and Jours aside, it was a looooooong trip. Then I had to wait in the baking sun OF THE SAHARA DESERT NO LESS for an hour to…

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