Burroeaucracy Part II

I am exhausted with the lunatic paperchase to gather all the right permissions in order to simply move two donkeys from Sierra Bernia, just twenty miles away, to here.


We don’t have a proper half term break from school, but just this Monday and Tuesday, and then back to school on Wednesday. I spent the whole day so far obtaining one of the many pieces of paper I need, i.e. the plan with the geographical coordinates of the small plot of land on which I wish to place my two donkeys.

The major challenge of the day has been trying to establish contact with a company in Valencia that removes dead farm animals. I have to prove that I have a contract in place to remove any dead animals before any live animals can be allowed here! The man on the telephone in Valencia speaks so rapidly, with such a rough accent, that I cannot understand a word he is saying.

Tomorrow I am going to the Ministry of Agriculture with most of my paperwork complete, but I cannot fill in the section about the dead animals contract because I don’t know what the man is saying… At the end of my ridiculously short half term break, I will either have wasted my time or I can finally move my donkeys here. Who knows?

The next opportunity will be Easter. The office times for all these glorious burroeaucratic donkey arrangements coincide with school hours, so I have to wait for the next holiday before trying again.

It is wearing. No wonder donkeys are fading away and becoming an endangered species… Nobody can spend the time on the paperwork.

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About Gareth Thomas

A fairly mixed career starting as an aircraft technician and later Franciscan friar eventually led into secondary school teaching. I settled in Spain where I teach Geography part-time and spend the rest of my time looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca. I have two blogs: a geography blog and a donkey blog.
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5 Responses to Burroeaucracy Part II

  1. Karin says:

    Wow…that’s a heck of a thing to have to deal with, before you’ve even got them! Wishing you well.

  2. Toadspittle says:

    .
    This might help. One day in Sahagun Reb was looking for a place to park. There were cars parked up on the sidewalk (pavement to us) so she asked a traffic policeman, “Is it all right to park on the sidewalk?” “No,” said the cop. “Well, how come are all these guys parked there?” said Reb. “They didn’t ask,” said the cop.

    In other words…

  3. Rebrites says:

    Gareth, I will come to where you are, and go and bring the donkeys down to you. By hand and hoof. Cut out the middleman, and the burro-crats.

    I know enough about equines to move two donkeys 20 miles, esp. if one of them knows how to walk with a pack saddle.

    Have tent, will travel.
    Reb

  4. Frere Rabit says:

    Thanks for the moral support! I’m getting pretty pissed off with tho whole situation. Yes, you are quite right about the ‘don’t ask’ approach, but the problem is that the owner’s vet is insisting on doing the sale by the book. I’m going to try an sort it this weekend. BTW, Reb, there is no way these two burras would be walked together! Ruby decides it is time for a stampede, and Matilde (who is normally sensible) goes with the flow! They have no training at all, so they could not be walked two
    miles yet, let alone twenty. I would walk them here myself if they were sensible, but they are a couple of loonies when they are out of the stables.

  5. steve says:

    Congratulations on your first outing. My gf has a film entitled ‘The Way’. You’ll probably know it but unfortunately it’s in English. I expect you hear that occasionally in class too so it won’t be too much of a shock;) Will keep it on disk if you need a copy. Your sort of stuff. Anyways, have a great weekend and get that straw swept up.
    Cheers and thanks for being the only being who says good morning to me.

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