"Ali, they sound like a really nice family run campsite, I'm sure everything will be fine"
So, we arrived at the campsite on Monday morning, I used Google translate to explain we had a packet being delivered, the next day. Herr Franke understood, remembered the call from last week. I emailed Real Russia, our passports, together with Jon and Linda's were on their way. Nothing could go wrong now. I tracked our parcel with DHL (amazing technology) I followed it to Heathrow, Leipzig, Dresden, then it was with the courier from 06. 48am on Tuesday. At 12.38 it had been delivered. I translated and wrote it on a piece of paper to show Hr. Franke,
"We have had a message from DHL to say our packet has arrived and been signed for. Can we cycle to your house and collect it?"
After all, we knew where he lived. Herr Franke shook his head,
"My woman" was all he said as he gesticulated using a steering wheel with his hands. As he said it the car pulled in to the campsite and she handed me the envelope. I opened the packet. 2 passports, not 4. NO. Ours were all in order. We phoned Jon and gave him our news. After a few moments of disbelief. (Mike can wind people up, let's face it.)Real Russia were brilliant, the Franke family didn't mind, so we waited an extra day. And what a great location to have to wait at.