European Health Insurance Cards (EHICs)
Those travelling within Europe (and Switzerland) are advised by the Government to obtain a European Health Insurance Card (EHIC) before they travel. The card entitles the holder to reduced charge (or sometimes free) health services whilst abroad.
Despite claims in the press, each EHIC has an individual expiry date, and the holder will not be covered if their card has expired at the time of travel.
Applications, renewals, replacements and general enquiries can be directed to 0845 605 0707. All applicants over the age of 16 are required to provide either an NHS number or National Insurance number when requested. Failure to provide this when requested will result in an application being discontinued.
Applications and renewals can also be made via the website at http://www.nhsbsa.nhs.uk/ehic
The EHIC service is free of charge.
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