Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The journey home was all ok until we reached Perth, when I was asked by customs if they could inspect my bag, as the dog had sniffed it out and I had traces of cocaine, explosives and cannibis in it. Duncan stood there quite calmly and said 'go for your life' as he knew there was nothing to find, whilst I stood there on the verge of tears panicking that I'd be taken away and searched more thoroughly. I think the main culprit was a pair of kids' sandals that we'd bought in the UK with fabric straps, which I suspect were made of hemp ... the rest however is a mystery. The nice gentleman (he really was very polite) said we'd probably just brushed up against other people with the offending items - makes you wonder who you're travelling with hey? I can laugh about it now ...
No more travelling for a bit.