So I braved the border today -
I journeyed across the sacred rainbow bridge which separates the 2 beautiful nations at Niagara Falls ON/NY. The following is a sad tale of just how
unbelievable this journey has become.
It all began with a pleasant hour and 20 minute drive through the countryside, passing through wine country beside the great lakes - I came into the
final stretch of the border, the wait wasn't long, maybe 5 minutes, as I pulled up, a tall man stepped out and eyed me harshly as I approached, he
reminded me of mexican military in between the border of Jalisco in western mexico.
The conversation went roughly as follows,
Guard "Passport - What are you doing here today"
Gradius "Im having lunch at the hard rock cafe"
Guard "Where do you live"
Gradius "Vancouver BC, but I'm staying in Hamilton for now"
Guard (Long pause) "Why did you come here?"
Gradius "Im visiting family, and came to visit a friend"
Guard "Who does this car belong to"
Gradius "My mothers, im driving it for the day while im away from home"
Guard "Show me your license, registration and insurrance"
Gradius "No problem"
Guard "Who are you doing to see"
Gradius "My friend, John Smith (Privacy)"
Guard "How long have you known this friend and where do they live"
Gradius "About a year, im not sure where he lives, we havent met yet"
Guard "You havent MET this friend yet?"
Gradius "No, we know eachother from internet discussions"
Guard "You've NEVER met this person except from speaking with them on the INTERNET, Give me your keys"
(At this point he became very aggressive - I gave him my keys)
Gradius "Never met them, and yes, we've spoken in great length over the internet, just like I've done with many of my clients who I work with and
Guard "Hang on"
(At this point, 4 military dressed men walk over and 'tell' me to step out of the car)
They surround me, and one man asks if I'm carrying any weapons, firearms, knives, ect.
Gradius: I have a leatherman multitool in my pocket
(They all go alert)
Guard #1: DONT TOUCH IT!! let this man get it from you.
Gradius: Okay....No problem, its in this pocket (I had very deep 5 inch pockets)
Guard #3: (He struggles to remove it, sort of man handling my crotch area and then he gives up trying to reach)
Guard#2 Just let him take it out himself, (as he has a hand on his gun)
(I remove the leatherman multi tool, and very carefully give it to them with open palms, I'm sooo dangerous)
I am then escorted to a room filled with 4 armed guards, and told to sit down and wait, they proceed to rip apart the car and examine every nook and
cranny, every square inch is sniffed by dogs and examined by 2 guards.
after about a half hour I'm shouted at from the back of the quarantine room.
Guard: Hey Boss, Come get your papers,
I take my papers, and they say "You can go now". I return to the car in shambles, things moved around and jossled, the contents of the dash emptied
onto the seats, change spilled out onto the floor from my jacket pockets.
Going out for lunch in the USA was never such a big deal.
Apparently now - Its almost criminal - Or at least suspected of such.
I certainly felt like a criminal
How did it come to this?
edit on 31-5-2011 by Gradius Maximus because: (no reason given)