Wednesday, August 22, 2012
How I Ended Up Here
I tried so hard to stay in New Zealand....I truly did!
I had buckled down for a tedious visa process, including xrays & extensive medical checks to sweat over like the one for New Zealand. When I paid my fee with my application, I got a receipt via email. But it wasn't a receipt, it was my full-blown Working Holiday Visa. It came in less than an hour!
I put off sailing here for ages. I was supposed to be here in time for my birthday in (April) & every two weeks I was "leaving for Australia". I had so many going away parties; they were compelling enough to make me stay. Ironic.
Right up until the 24 hour deadline I was on the phone with the airline trying to change my flight. I had even arranged a place to stay for the next 2 weeks to whenever.
I packed all the wrong things. I checked off every box on the declaration card.
Do you have animal materials? - yes
Do you have any food items? - yes
Do you have dirty contaminated camping/hiking gear? - yes
Have you been on a farm in the last 30 days - YES
I'm a big fan of the Australian show Border Security. It showcases the folly of drug smugglers, visa loopholers & people from Asia bringing heaps of food into the country. My chance at stardom!
The States would have sniffed everything inside & out, asked questions about my intentions for my dirty laundry, & even after xraying my tighty whities (in my bag & on my body) still would've given me cause for concern. & that's just to ENTER.
They gave me a "what the f**k is this?", scolded me for the sorry state of my passport, practically slapped me upside the head & kicked me out of security & into the country. Leaving me to fend for myself in big bad Australia where everything bites & will kill you.
Maybe where I went wrong was immediately deleting the text from Caro that was waiting for me on the ground that went on about b.ombs, t.errorism, plots & c.artels - all in less than 150 characters! She has a warm way of saying "If you get deported, you can stay at my place!"