Talk of, travels and trouble with travels in the office, reminded me of the day I nicked my own passport. It was all about money, a gratuity paid by a company for time spent with the company, this was in Dubai in 1980/1981. My company was a joint venture of a local housebuilder and a massive French outfit, essentially a part of Colas. I had worked for 18 months on the underpasses and enjoyed Dubai and the project enormously. But i was due this dosh and was not going to let it easily escape my clutches. The problem was the …