Endlessly long lines.
Passports being dropped and
shuffled about by various
weirdos who really do smell awful. These being the same people who were on the
plane with you for the last 24 hours and you can no longer stand to see. You look at the
natives walk through the incredibly short line of
native passport holders and you wish them all a
gruesome and
horrible death. You finally reach the irrate
customs official. "Any food or
perishable items?" they ask you. "No", you respond as they go down the
carboard checklist infront of them. They had you a
card, ask you how long you will be alienating their country and stamp your
passport.
The customs cop pulls you aside when you walk through the gate. Obviously he didn't get that the other official just cleared you to come into the country. He asks for your
passport and you hand it to him sighing loudly. He asks you every
question you had already answered in
triplicate before having the
airport dog sniff your bag. He waves you on, satisfied that you are no longer a threat to the country.
You venture over to
baggage claim as another
airport dog sniffs all carry ons as you wait. Now that you are particulary feeling guilty for everything you have done on this trip, that lady did seem she needed to use the
airplane toilet a little more than you after all, you spy your
suitcase and wait in yet another line to be screened for the final time.
You hand your
cardboard checklist to the customs official. He breaks off the receipt on it and hands it to you. You place your bag on the
x-ray trolley and walk through the
metal detector. Finally, you are through customs and already you wish that your
holiday was over.