How Was The Border?
I am back from my Disney vacation a little more than worn out and satisfied that I have crossed another item off my own “Bucket List.” I really think the whole trip is something encompasses a greater scope than mere saving money: You have to train for it.
After writing my bit on the new WHTI rules I was a nutcase about details such as photocopying 2 of every form – tickets, Park/Jet, car rental agreements, hotel reservations, etc. Yes, it got really anal retentive. And I was right on the bit until I left the home airport and realized that I had lost my Park/Jet pass. It took me around ten minutes to produce my itinerary and the guy let me through.
However, what happened at U.S Customs when we were going out? Well, they just wanted me to take off my shoes and see my passport while the rest of my stuff went through the x-ray machine. They never once asked why a guy has a name like “Kim” or none of the other “useful” things I used to get asked. To a man and woman they were polite and very professional, even to the ones who got the rules wrong. Imagine that? A guy who kept beeping the machine was treated with respect and one official even joked with him.
So, the horrors of going into the “Steel curtain” of post-January 30th America was not the bottleneck I had imagined. I guess I read too many newspaper columns!
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