Jim T. Mintha|
What does 11 days, two continents, three countries, four cities, one
very clean passport, two dozen doughnuts, Ferris Bueler's Off Day,
a waterbed mattress, long overdue going away party, crawl-spaces, and
pizza make you? Very very tired.
Work was busy and I was taking a Dutch course twice a week so I
thought I would just take a short trip back home. Unfortunately the
part of my brain that made this decision forgot to inform the other
part of my brain that was lining up things to do whilst in Canada. In
fact this part of the brain got so carried away organizing things that
it started including places that are not even in Canada yet.
Undaunted (or was it just unhinged) I left Amsterdam heading for my
first experiences in New York. The city that never sleeps how
could I not love this place? Things actually got interesting even
before I left the Netherlands.
A certain person (who shall remain
nameless!) was kind enough to wash my jeans before I left. My
passport, having been through many a foul place, jumped at the chance
for a free bath, and stayed firmly entrenched in my back pocket. I on
the other hand, did not place a high value on passport hygiene, nor
would the custom officials, I suspected. However, the document was
still readable, and given that I was leaving in one day, my options
I was not very worried about it. That is, until the customs official
in Amsterdam wished me fairwell and "Good luck at American Customs".
One spy novel, and Will Smith's Enemy of the State had me
envisioning being held in a tiny cement room while CIA thugs
interrogated me for hours, by the time I landed at JFK airport. Well
my fears were slightly exaggerated. With just a bit more than
normal hassle I was let in. Having taken on the Man, I was ready for the
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