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Funny you should say that (about immigration control types) Xoc... the only time I went to the States they were... well, they were really nice, but took the piss a little too much, I fear.
Kept asking if I was over with my band... then (to mono, as if I were deaf) "whydja let him do that to his hair?"
As I say, all very good-natured, and actually no hassle at all. A bit cheeky, but I wasn't gonna complain.
Russia I found scarier. I think it may have been because I was much younger (it was 1989, so I was about 17 or so) and I'd never actually seen these big-coated, armed scary guys before, except as bad guys on TV. They were gruff, but, on reflection, not particularly unpleasant. But boy, was I scared. |
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