Wednesday 13th July 2005
15.7.05 29 °C
Yet another very long and this time boring drive. Nobody got much sleep due to us all being worried about border control not letting us into America. Talk about feeling intimidated and feeling like you had done something wrong. The woman that was dealing with us had a face like a bulldog chewing a thistle, and its times like this I just want to laugh. Also not helping was the huge photo of ‘The Weapons Of Mass Destruction King Himself Mr George Dubya Bush’ looking like he had a hot poker stuck up his arse. Anyway now it was Question Time with your host Miss Bulldog The Thistle Chewer.
‘So Mr Sanford why would you want to pack in your job and sell your house and go travelling’.
My reply ‘Erm because I want a life where I can see the world and not intimidate people and not be a pen pushing miserable bitch like you’. WRONG ANSWER.
The correct answer is ‘Because coming to America will educate you and make you a better person’ or in other words they will corrupt my brain and scramble my mind into a complete mess. Then it was questions like
‘How much money do you have?
And my answer is “Mind your flippin business”.
And do you have any firearms? ‘Yeah I have 3 rifles and a box of grenades stuck up my arse, jesus of course I bloody don’t.
After around an hour and paying them $6 they let us in to America. We were meeting one of Simons mates later in Biddeford and he very kindly took us all out for dinner and not known to us it was a place called Kennebunkport and also known as George Bush Senior land. So after that it was then onto Boston and finally we got to the HI Hostel in Boston at 11pm and first impressions were very good.