Things Can Only Get Better (3)

Continuation from Things Can Only Get Better (2) …

In front of me, there were two young ladies. I suppose they were new to this as well. They both walked up to the passport officer, only to be sternly reprimanded. Maybe I was standing in the wrong line; the passport officer to the right was smiling at least. When it was my turn to step forward, I knew exactly what I was going to say. I was going to say, “Hello” and hand over my passport, roll my thumbs across the scanner and tell him, I was on my way to spend a pleasant vacation with friends. That’s what I was supposed to say. He took my passport and checked it out, told me to roll my thumbs…so far, so good. Then he asked me why I was entering America. The reply was there, somewhere deep in the back of my mind. Getting it to reach my mouth and his ears though, was a different story all together. Words just wouldn’t come out, remained lodged within the recesses of my head. I kind of mumbled, handed him the letter Rosie had written, the one I wasn’t supposed to show unless I thought it absolutely necessary. He took the letter, read it through, paused; looked me up and down. I really felt so stupid. He let me through though. I had made it!

I went to pick up my suitcase. Ah, but here comes the fun part of the story. My suitcase was large; a little too big perhaps. I knew I would need an enormous suitcase in order to bring everything home. However, Rosie had clothes in America waiting for me and I certainly didn’t need to take clothes with me. I waited for my suitcase, picked it up and turned to leave and…oops, there were two more guards waiting to check me out! Now, I’m not the skinniest guy in the world, but they knew full well, I wouldn’t be able to lift that suitcase the way I did had it been full. The truth behind the tale of the suitcase is that it had a few clothing items in it, items that I wanted to hand over to Good Will. To the left stood a white guard and to the right a black guard. The black guard smiled so brightly, looked at his fellow guard and then at me again. “Looks like that suitcase is empty,” he said softly. And how did I reply? “Yes, it is pretty much.” What was I thinking? I explained the situation, gave them both business cards, told them about the 2010 fiasco, that I had clothes waiting for me in America, had dollars in my pocket, an address in America, etc. They genuinely took an interest in me, much to my relief.

Just as I was about to go through the departure gates, the white guard called me back. “There’s a woman out there, jumping about like crazy. She’s not waiting for you, is she?” I just smiled like a contented Cheshire cat and entered America!

Until next time

Gavin

 

 

7 Responses

  1. Oh you showed them the letter! I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I can just imagine how awkward you must have looked. In a good way, of course. 🙂 I am so glad you made it here and look forward to your return this summer!

  2. Gavin and Rosie

    Thank you Ashley. Yep, I showed him the letter, felt like a crimbo. Sure felt good when I finally knew I had made it:) Summer isn’t that far off now!:)

  3. Deb

    This was interesting to read from the vantage point of the traveler. Thus far I’d only heard the story from the other side of the gate. Hopefully this trip will go MUCH more smoothly and cause FAR less anxiety!

    And yes, summer is right around the corner. We just booked our summer vacation plans this week . . . no air travel involved!

  4. Trudy

    Okay.. now.. was it Rosie jumping crazy or was it another lady waiting for someone else? Cliffhangers are NOT funny!!! LOL Did you have sweat beads rolling down your forehead and sweaty palms? LOL I can’t wait to read more of your adventures across the ocean.. through the airports.. and roads of the midwestern states. :o)

  5. Gavin and Rosie

    I am sure it will, Deb…have no doubt! MY vacation this year will involve plenty of air travel. I am looking forward to it though:)

  6. Gavin and Rosie

    Oh yes, Trudy…it was Rosie! I don’t think I have ever felt as nervous as I did that day. And the best bit…I am going to do it all over again soon:)

  7. Eva

    Followed you all the way… Remember being a bit nervous myself walking through passport control – heard so much about their total power over your future plans… If they don’t like you, if you say a word wrong they will stop you from entering, that’s what I heard before I went… Really glad they didn’t take a dislike to you! Then again – why would they? 🙂

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