“SOUTH” is such a lovely word don’t ya think !! But I tell you ‘getting there’ isn’t half the fun in this case.
You can tell by the title of this post that yes indeed I did make it across the Border. But not without been drilled and grilled and fried and near bludgeoned to death – that is my nerves got a serious beating. Jeeze, They did everything to me but feed me.
So first was the Border guy. CLEARLY they have records of how long a person stay in the good ol’ US of A. He asked the normal questions but when he started on when was the last time I was in the States etc. etc. I knew I was in for trouble !!
I remained calm (although my heart was beating a mile a minute !) and answered all his questions honestly. It’s useless for me to lie anyways because I’m terrible at it ! Then he writes out this ‘slip’ and tells me to pull over there by that young lady who is going look in my rig and I was to ‘report to the office’. Now for sure I knew I WAS GOING TO BE THROWN IN JAIL.
The young lady comes into the rig and actually she was pleasant enough. Asked me a gazillion questions but I think Bennie won her over and she didn’t give me any trouble. Now to the OFFICE !!
Still remaining calm (on the outside) off I go to the Office. Another lady border person starts asking me more questions. Would go away and come back saying she had a few more questions. She did that a couple of times. Then she gives me this form to fill out !!! At this point I’m thinking that being frikkin’ froze to death may not be so bad afterall !!
Then a male border person asks if my rig is open and off he goes to do whatever it is they do and look for. Yes folks, a SECOND search of my rig. Then I see the lady border person going into a private office and had a LONG talk with someone. Next thing the BOTH of them come out (a Supervisor I’m thinking) saying they just have a few more questions. At this point I say to her “Have I done anything wrong ?” She says no, they just need to determine with certainty that I have a Canadian residence etc. etc. etc.
The male guy comes back obviously not finding any GUNS OR DRUGS OR STOLEN OBJECTS ‘cause there ain’t nothing like that in my rig.
And FINALLY (about 45 minutes at least !!) they tell me I can go. WHEW !!
I got into my rig and smoked about 10 cigarettes in a row !! I swear all this relaxing, travelling, retiring life kinda stuff is gonna kill me !!