Always when im sick
Trip Start
Oct 22, 2006
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Trip End
May 03, 2008
The sooner im out of these american airports the better. Getting on the flight i had the niciest security guy at the bag check, friendly and chatty. An hour away i still had the green form from the last time which i was told was good til june so i dont have to fil it in again. Arriving at the desk Dickhead informs i have to fill out a new one so i do since dickhead was busy i went to the fella next to him who tell the one i have is fine i just have to leave by this date, no shit fucker. Im keeping it cool at this stage. Im last through the customs and going for my bag and a cop is waiting there. An Dickhead eile. I go for a the bag and go to leave when i hear the american twang "excuse me sir" He asks for the passport where im coming from, where im going, what do i do etc. He says ok and i go to leave when he says were just going to have a look through your bag there before you head off. Oh might cha indeed.
Over at this covere belt he has to start up this computer and he gives me this booklet about immigration which i straight away put aside. The same question again and again as if to catch me out. He could of came up with harder one. He couldn't get his head around that i have being travelling 17 months and how was i funding this trip and was i going to work in america. You'd swear he had never seen a backpacker before. Im blaiming the bag i got from Dad its not exactly a backpack. After he healed everything out of the bag he was satisfied and trying to be friendly an dickhead eile said "you pack them back in there and we'll get you out of here".
Just as i was about to head off he hit me with another onslought of question and jesus i hate pointless question. Again he was satisfied and i was on my way.
I suppose i should be glad a full cavity search wasn't carried out.
Fuckin american airports.
Over at this covere belt he has to start up this computer and he gives me this booklet about immigration which i straight away put aside. The same question again and again as if to catch me out. He could of came up with harder one. He couldn't get his head around that i have being travelling 17 months and how was i funding this trip and was i going to work in america. You'd swear he had never seen a backpacker before. Im blaiming the bag i got from Dad its not exactly a backpack. After he healed everything out of the bag he was satisfied and trying to be friendly an dickhead eile said "you pack them back in there and we'll get you out of here".
Just as i was about to head off he hit me with another onslought of question and jesus i hate pointless question. Again he was satisfied and i was on my way.
I suppose i should be glad a full cavity search wasn't carried out.
Fuckin american airports.
