Travel
I'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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( , Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
I'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.
Thanks to SnowytheRabbit for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
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Swaziland border
I went backpacking about in South Africa during which time I passed into Swaziland a few times.
It's a bit of an odd affair as you arrive at the border, get out of the vehicle fill in a bit of paper to leave South Africa. Then drive 10 metres into no mans land, get out of the vehicle and fill in another piece of paper to enter Swaziland. This happens at every border crossing so over the course of a week I had to do this several times.
I became convinced they didn't actually look at the paperwork nor communicate their findings between gates. So I decided to start trying my luck and described my position and line of work in a variety of ways.
This is how I came to find myself staring eye to eye with a border official holding a large gun and not a glimmer of humour on his face as he read my border entry paperwork which declared me, a 6ft pasty white backpacker to be an "exotic lap dancer and accredited blow job tester"....
...turns out he could read English.
Crossing international borders is not a time for practical jokes.
( , Mon 22 Apr 2013, 11:17, 1 reply)
I went backpacking about in South Africa during which time I passed into Swaziland a few times.
It's a bit of an odd affair as you arrive at the border, get out of the vehicle fill in a bit of paper to leave South Africa. Then drive 10 metres into no mans land, get out of the vehicle and fill in another piece of paper to enter Swaziland. This happens at every border crossing so over the course of a week I had to do this several times.
I became convinced they didn't actually look at the paperwork nor communicate their findings between gates. So I decided to start trying my luck and described my position and line of work in a variety of ways.
This is how I came to find myself staring eye to eye with a border official holding a large gun and not a glimmer of humour on his face as he read my border entry paperwork which declared me, a 6ft pasty white backpacker to be an "exotic lap dancer and accredited blow job tester"....
...turns out he could read English.
Crossing international borders is not a time for practical jokes.
( , Mon 22 Apr 2013, 11:17, 1 reply)
So
to get him to stamp your paperwork, did you have to prove your line of work? How many times?
( , Mon 22 Apr 2013, 19:26, closed)
to get him to stamp your paperwork, did you have to prove your line of work? How many times?
( , Mon 22 Apr 2013, 19:26, closed)
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