TravelI've had guns pointed at me in many different countries, sometimes even by our own side. I've also sat on my own on a beach on a desert island, which was nice because nobody was trying to shoot me. Tell us your tales of foreign travel.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
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Her Twin BrotherFunny that, when I first went to the same place as a 20yo slip of a lad (BUNAcamp, thanks for asking) in 1990, I was also stopped at JFK by a very big, scary African American immigration official. To this day, I have no idea what he asked me, as my ears (despite a teenage diet of Cagney & Lacey) really hadn't tuned into the Noo Yoik accent.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 18:18, 1 reply)
The Next Time...The next time I went to NYC was over a decade later, in the middle of the Foot & Mouth outbreak here. Travelling for work this time - critical customer meeting.
I'd dutifully filled in the immigration form, with its hastily added question about staying on a farm. *Phew* I thought, not done that, so won't get stopped.
At immigration though, they asked me (my ears better attuned with age) if I'd stayed in a B&B. Which I had. The day before. In Northumberland. Centre of the F&M universe.
Thinking that being known as 'that guy that brought Foot & Mouth into America' would be career limiting, I thought it best to 'fess up, expecting the full strip, power hose and rubber suiting treatment to immediately follow.
Fortunately, they just followed up with asking whether I'd touched any livestock, which I hadn't, and waved me on my way.
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I suppose wearing wellies and a condom... ...meant you hadn't "technically" touched any livestock.
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