Hello The One,
Thank you for your email.
You have 2 possibilities of having your passport renewed, you come to the Embassy and fill up the application form (signed and thumbprinted), attach 2 passport size pictures with navy blue background (3.5 x 5 cm), bring your current passport and Malaysian IC, as well as your Swiss Permit. Additionally you have to bring the copy of the payment from your bank. Payment of 50 British pounds must be paid to:
Malaysian High Commission
HSBC Bank
19 Grosvenor Place
Hyde Park Corner
London SW1X7HT
UK
IBAN: GB 51 MIDL 40031711144979
BIC: MIDLGB 2106 N
Sort Code: 40-03-17
Account No. 11144979
We will forward your application to London and it will take about 3 weeks till your new passport gets processed and sent back to the Embassy.
Your other option would be to fly to London and have your passport renewed there, if you come in the morning, it will be ready by the afternoon.
Should you decide to have it done here, please call me up so I can set up an appointment for you.
If you have further queries, please do not hesitate to contact me.
kind regards,
Eva
Ms. E. Bernhard
Consular Section
Embassy of Malaysia
Jungfraustrasse 1
3005 Bern, Switzerland
Tel. 031 350 47 00/ 031 350 47 10 (direct)
Fax 031 350 47 02
Showing posts with label switzerland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label switzerland. Show all posts
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Don't be surprised if the Swiss think they are the clever ones and we are just the stupid apes
In August 2006, having just arrived in Switzerland, we were in the process of getting to know the long list of social rules in Switzerland. One of these many rules is about waste management - i.e. what kind of garbage bags you should use, where to send your empty bottles for recycle, how to separate them into different types, when they collect used papers, what you need to do with compost and the list continues.
On one Thursday evening I received a visit from an old man with a bag of garbage. He goes "Is this your garbage?". "Possibly so. I will have to check the content. But, it doesn't matter. Give it to me.", I said, thinking that even if it was not mine, I could just throw it back afterwards. "OK. But you've used the wrong bag. This black bag is cheap. You must use the blue one which is more expensive. Get them from Migro or Coop. Also, you've thrown this garbage in the bin that belongs to the apartment next door. Yours is at the other end of this building.", he continued. "Sure. I will go and get myself the blue bags. Thanks for the info.", I said. After he left, I opened the bag, and it was in fact my garbage. Initially I wondered how the hell that he knew it. Then I realised he had searched the garbage and found envelopes with my name. So damn Swiss!
The next day, Friday, I went to look for the blue garbage bag the man had told me about from the local supermarkets; Coop and Migro. I could not find it, and no one who worked there knew about it. This is not right I thought. A colleague later in the day told me it is only available at the Coop and Migro in the area I live which is ONLY about 8 minutes away by bus! This is madness. So, off I went and they indeed sold the bags there, and they are f*cking expensive! Each bag costs 2 Swiss Francs.
Having got the right garbage bag and used it, I thought that was the end of the story. Not!! Not with the Swiss. I don't know if they think they are smarter that the rest of the world, have bigger dick and tighter pussy or just pure racism. On Monday, I received a call from my wife informing me that I had received a written notice from the police, possibly a summon, and it had something to do with waste management. What else are they not happy with??? Straight away I went home and took the notice. With the help my department secretary, I learned that someone had reported about the mistake I made, and now the police wanted me to go down to the station for some kind of stupid briefing session related to ... how I should handle my waste I guess. She called the police station and had a chat with the responsible officer for about 15 minutes and in the end, they agreed I didn't have to be present at the station, however, should it happen again, I would be blacklisted and fined 200 Swiss Francs. And what pissed me off the most was that I had been reported to have been using the wrong garbage bag many times. That is total bollocks! When that old garbage inspector or whatever his job was, came to my home, it was only the second time I had used the black bag, and pure unintentional. Now that we understood where we went wrong and corrected the mistake, what else were they not happy with. I just don't understand. I will never do.
On one Thursday evening I received a visit from an old man with a bag of garbage. He goes "Is this your garbage?". "Possibly so. I will have to check the content. But, it doesn't matter. Give it to me.", I said, thinking that even if it was not mine, I could just throw it back afterwards. "OK. But you've used the wrong bag. This black bag is cheap. You must use the blue one which is more expensive. Get them from Migro or Coop. Also, you've thrown this garbage in the bin that belongs to the apartment next door. Yours is at the other end of this building.", he continued. "Sure. I will go and get myself the blue bags. Thanks for the info.", I said. After he left, I opened the bag, and it was in fact my garbage. Initially I wondered how the hell that he knew it. Then I realised he had searched the garbage and found envelopes with my name. So damn Swiss!
The next day, Friday, I went to look for the blue garbage bag the man had told me about from the local supermarkets; Coop and Migro. I could not find it, and no one who worked there knew about it. This is not right I thought. A colleague later in the day told me it is only available at the Coop and Migro in the area I live which is ONLY about 8 minutes away by bus! This is madness. So, off I went and they indeed sold the bags there, and they are f*cking expensive! Each bag costs 2 Swiss Francs.
Having got the right garbage bag and used it, I thought that was the end of the story. Not!! Not with the Swiss. I don't know if they think they are smarter that the rest of the world, have bigger dick and tighter pussy or just pure racism. On Monday, I received a call from my wife informing me that I had received a written notice from the police, possibly a summon, and it had something to do with waste management. What else are they not happy with??? Straight away I went home and took the notice. With the help my department secretary, I learned that someone had reported about the mistake I made, and now the police wanted me to go down to the station for some kind of stupid briefing session related to ... how I should handle my waste I guess. She called the police station and had a chat with the responsible officer for about 15 minutes and in the end, they agreed I didn't have to be present at the station, however, should it happen again, I would be blacklisted and fined 200 Swiss Francs. And what pissed me off the most was that I had been reported to have been using the wrong garbage bag many times. That is total bollocks! When that old garbage inspector or whatever his job was, came to my home, it was only the second time I had used the black bag, and pure unintentional. Now that we understood where we went wrong and corrected the mistake, what else were they not happy with. I just don't understand. I will never do.
Monday, 3 July 2006
Touching down in Switzerland
Going back a couple of days: At around half six, 30 July 2006 we touched down at the Zurich International Airport (Flughafen Zürich) greeted by what seemingly a nice, warm European summer weather albeit early morning. With excessive luggage with us (I paid RM 4200 for the excess weight!), we didn't waste a single second and went straight to catch a taxi to the city in Aargau where I'd be based for at least the next two years. The baby was in happy mood, which was good - thanked to the 11 hour she had had in the plane. The taxi ride took about 20 minutes, and costed 115 Swiss Francs (CHF in abbreviation)!. Forget about conversion to Ringgit. The value of 115 against 20 minute already sounds atrocious. It's probably the most expensive 20-minute taxi ride you can ever find in the world. Our first introduction to the renown extravagant Swiss life.Who doesn't know about Switzerland being THE place with excellent courses for hotel and catering management. Ask anyone who in the hotel industry and they will tell you exactly this. We arrived at the hotel with the expectation that there would be a concierge ready to help us with the luggage; after all this hotel was supposed to be the best in the town and the favourite among the top guys in the company. But, as saying goes in Malay "jauh panggang dari api". The only staff on duty were the receptionist and another girl whose appearence suggested that she's probably in the housekeeping department. They had no choice but to give us a hand with the luggage although from the body language I could see they weren't happy. The remark "What do you have in this bag? A stone?" was enough to convince me so. We didn't care. We were tired. We needed a bath. We pay for the service. So shut up! And just do it.
Albeit the shortcomings in the service, the hotel is really nice is a really nice hotel, housed in a newly renovated old building located on the bank of river Limmat.
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