How (not) to get a Resident Visa – Part 1

New Zealand Immigration policy is quite friendly I would say and there’s several options how to get in the country legally. As the rest of the family has New Zealand Citizenship and therefore I was the only troublemaker, I had to apply for the visa.
I chose the Resident Visa, that one where your partner (who have to be a citizen) sponsors you. We were thinking about relocating to New Zealand for a while. When visiting NZ last time we decided to make it come true. Makes me smile when thinking how easy it seemed back then.
We had about two weeks time to our departure, so the only thing I managed to get done in NZ was doctor check-up. You have to undertake a medical examination and sometimes chest x-ray as well (that was my case). That’s often the easiest part of the whole process. So I made an appointment and went to the doctor.
Get your credit card or purse ready, immigration medical examinations are good business. Not all the medical centres are equipped with x-ray, so to save time I booked myself medical center with x-ray so I don’t have to go anywhere else. After I made it there I was told that x-ray machine is out of order that day and they’re waiting for someone to fix it.
Great, but well, things happen. I started to call medical centres in the neighbourhood with x-ray who would be able to take me in the same day. After 45 minutes on the phone receptionist told me that x-ray machine is fixed. Great!
When it was finally my turn, they took an x-ray and then the nurse drew my blood and made some basic examinations including my eye vision. I didn’t take my glasses overseas so I told the nurse about this as it might be an issue. She didn’t seem much concerned. I can’t drive without glasses and I should wear them more often than I really do. I started to read letters from the board and soon I got to the point where I could just guess by the shape. I decided not to and told the nurse that I can’t read the rest without glasses. She said my eye vision is perfect and I don’t need glasses. What a wonderful thing to hear after all these years!
Next step was check-up with the doctor. I have to mention that most NZ doctors from what I experienced comes from other countries. Here I came across a non-native English speaker whom I just couldn’t understand a thing except ‘Hello’. We made it somehow though using the international body language.
Then we left NZ for Europe and the paperwork exchange story began…in the end it was the more funny (or sad?) part.