In Almaty (Kazakhstan) with Boss and Bosses boss.... ummm...
They passed control with a wave of the hand and a smile (or perhaps I am imagining that bit) .. muggings here stopped due I suspect to a dodgy looking British Passport... was falling apart.
TU-154 on the tarmac burning fuel waiting for me... crew not happy, boss not happy, bosses boss very unhappy, passengers most unhappy.
First question the Kazakh officer asked me when eventually came to the office I were held in after 20 minutes... "Do you speak English Mr Flash???"..... wtf *%^.. after calming down I managed to persuade her to let me go....
Boarding TU-154... thank god in Business.... would have hated walking down the aisles "Walk of Shame".
But not end of Story.
At Moscow (home for me) I managed to get a second British passport (available to those who travel a lot to dodgy Countries) so was now holding two.
Next time at Kazakh Passport control.... same Lady... (there IS a god!).. so I brazened up and whipped BOTH passports out.
The look on her face was PRICELESS.