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Have you ever pre-applied for a visa while on the road? If so, you’ll know they always say “don’t make travel plans until your visa is confirmed”. As always, when I was recently applying for New Zealand’s 23-month working holiday visa, I respectably scoffed at the small print. Six weeks to secure a working holiday visa for New Zealand, while based next door in Australia? No worries, mate.

Medical for New Zealand Visa

Pretend for a moment, you’re me. What you don’t realise is, you need a medical, and that medical comes in two parts. The first part consists of a chest x-ray and various tests on two squirts of liquid. One yellow. One red. The second part consists of a forty-five minute hands-on examination. What a thrill. What you can’t work out is why there’s only one Panel Doctor (the only type you can go and see) in the whole of Western Australia, and what infuriates you is that the first appointment isn’t until two weeks after your call, and the second is nearly three weeks after that. This automatically leaves you with four days between the date you get your results, and the date you fly. No worries, mate?

What you also don’t realise is, those results, even though they’re crystal clear and you’ve paid not-a-cent-less than AU$536 for, have to go to Sydney to be mulled over before being forwarded to Auckland. Somewhere down the line, you hope to get an email to say “congratulations, please proceed to NZ”. No worries, mate!

Kiwi Visa

However, when you first rang NZ Immigration they told you you could carry the medical certificates through airport immigration. When you deduced that was a bit far-fetched and rang them again the following day, another operator told you there was no chance you could achieve clearance in such a short time. So, livid, you ring the Panel Doctor and re-explain to them that they had originally told you it was no problem to have the last appointment so close to the departure date. They hold up a shield. You smash it. They put you on hold to conjure their army. You defeat them. Eventually they concede and do the impossible; they bring your second appointment forward. You’ve scored some precious days. You complete the forty-five minute appointment in ten minutes flat, and on their advice you bypass Sydney, and send the results straight to the heart – Auckland. No worries, mate!

But wait. What no one had told you is Auckland have to dither a little, before sending them on to Wellington, where they’ll wait in line a further 4-6 weeks for a Medical Assessor (independent to the doctor who actually jabbed and nudged you) to examine the wad of ticks and swirls, and thus decide whether to let someone else know whether you’ve got AIDS, or worse.

Applying for Australian Visa

Now relate this experience to my entry into Australia which went a little more formally than this: Excuse me Australia, can I come in please? No worries, mate! But have you been in India or any of them nasty backwaters recently? Well, yes sir, but… Don’t you worry sunshine, you just pop into that nice Balinese private hospital and pay a small fee for a chest x-ray and wait for us to get in touch. Oh, OK will do mate. Two days later, poof, one visa.

My once-assured existence in New Zealand is now on the ropes. Gagged by red tape, and beaten by bureaucracy. I’m positive things will somehow work out; I have who seems to be a genuinely concerned young lady on the case in Auckland. But the point remains: Should we, as travellers, really have to put up with this, and similar costly experiences just because some immigration offices can’t produce a more streamlined procedure?

Is there a better way? Should there be some kind of global health register, and fixed costs instead of extortionate monopolies? Share your visa experiences below.

Also, some feedback would be appreciated. This post was born a rant and thus written in fifteen minutes flat, whereas I’m sure you can appreciate, my usual work takes a lot more refining.