I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
I thought I would pass Pam's offer on because I'm sure the immigration people wouldn't be amused and I would prefer to avoid the cause of their non amused state :)
I'll be on the outside already. You won't have to answer questions about ME, only about yourself. What I'll have to put up with from airport security is something else entirely.
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Nope, don't fancy the questions at Customs - and there would be questions at Customs!
I thought I would pass Pam's offer on because I'm sure the immigration people wouldn't be amused and I would prefer to avoid the cause of their non amused state :)
I'll be on the outside already. You won't have to answer questions about ME, only about yourself. What I'll have to put up with from airport security is something else entirely.
Oh I hear you laughing, Pam :)
I missed a word in my reply ... sigh, no dignity. I meant to write 'I would prefer to avoid being the cause of their non amused state' :)
Missed the 'being' ... changed things a little.
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