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May. 7th, 2006 06:38 pmAm in Vancouver. Am also falling asleep, as I had to get up at 4 a.m. (after going to bed at midnight) to catch my flight out, and it's now almost 10 p.m. at home.
This is my second trip to Canada. Apparently I look like a Suspicious Character, because both have involved extensive grilling from the customs and immigration people regarding my personal finances and travel plans before they would let me in the country. This one also involved a thorough search of my (entirely innocent) luggage. But amazingly, the guy missed the one pocket in my backpack that was oozing a mysterious white powder. (Also entirely innocent, I might add; it's soap powder, as I bought a cake of detergent when I was in Spain last year and then forgot all about it until it started to disintegrate, and now I try not to think about that pocket more than necessary :) But this does not exactly fill me with confidence about the whole process.)
Will write more when I'm less sleepy.
This is my second trip to Canada. Apparently I look like a Suspicious Character, because both have involved extensive grilling from the customs and immigration people regarding my personal finances and travel plans before they would let me in the country. This one also involved a thorough search of my (entirely innocent) luggage. But amazingly, the guy missed the one pocket in my backpack that was oozing a mysterious white powder. (Also entirely innocent, I might add; it's soap powder, as I bought a cake of detergent when I was in Spain last year and then forgot all about it until it started to disintegrate, and now I try not to think about that pocket more than necessary :) But this does not exactly fill me with confidence about the whole process.)
Will write more when I'm less sleepy.
