Monday, August 4, 2008

customs

Arrival:
Immigration was a breeze. A couple of stamps in the passport by a hurried agent. Customs was curious but too occupied to take me and my 64 workbooks and clothing seriously. They ran all my stuff through their machines, cracked open the 70 pound suitcase full of workbooks for this meeting, and quite accurately pegged me for a corporate mule. Hell, they even waved me through without bothering to collect my carefully filled out forms… You can tell a lot about a place by how they canvass the crap trying to cross their borders…


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