May Day. May Day.
Why is it that when you need to have a decent sleep you don't? I have to drive to Toronto this evening to get someone at Terminal 3 - yes, the fabled Terminal 3 of the folk tales - and all I could dream about was weird plane experiences I never had. I stopped liking planes well before 9/11 and have never been on one since. I recall looking out of the window thinking "I am in a tube in the sky". Hence all my car travel. Anyway, one pilot in my dream took us under the underpass. White knuckle dreaming.
Comments
Flea - May 1, 2006 10:35 AM
My only problem with flying is how I always have to be one of the first people to clear customs. I get really competitive about it. It is also critical to get the prime real-estate at the luggage conveyor.
Alan - May 1, 2006 10:53 AM
To that end, I only travel with that which can be carried in Zip-lock baggies but never was there a more convenient means to clear customs heading to the nearest east as the UK Right of Abode sticker. One gains a whole pint at the airport lounge on one's co-traveller cohort with that one bit of paper in the passport.
Flea - May 1, 2006 11:48 AM
A UK passport works well, too. I have always managed to wave it at the customs folk rather than hand it over for inspection. I think the smug look I direct toward the non-UK citizen line is taken as sufficient proof. This is in stark contrast with the eyeballing my Canadian passport gets whenever I enter Canada.
Gordo - May 1, 2006 3:38 PM
They actually look at yours, Flea? My last trip in through Canadian Customs consisted of the uniformed one waving my passport under scanner which declared it valid. I got more scrutiny from the drug dog that sniffed my arse.
Flea - May 1, 2006 4:24 PM
I always get the third degree from Canada Customs. Admittedly, the only time I have ever been searched was by American customs at Niagara when I crossed the border with a 3D plaster model of The Last Supper (and nothing else).
Gordo - May 1, 2006 9:24 PM
LOL ... In January 2002, four months after 9/11, I spent a week in Yellowknife with work. On the way home, I had two rolls of electrical tape and a roll of duct tape seized. It's January, I'm in Yellowknife of all places and some twit with a stick up his arse decides to seize something that's not on the banned items list. His supervisor was getting jumpy so I thought it pragmatic to let it go.