On the way back home, I got stopped at Immigration. You'd think its no big deal, but for a Muslim girl travelling alone, its a mind fuck. Its a two minute walk from the immigration desk to the customs office; in those two minutes I had already imagined myself in the U.A.E jail; I thought of every single thing I could have done to be in this position. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I'd throw up.
I went in, sat down in front of this formidable looking Arab guy who looked like he hadn't smiled in decades. Anyway, five minutes later, he stamped my passport and sent me on my way.
Word of advice: Make sure the cute guy at the immigration counter isn't too busy flirting and remembers to actually stamp your passport on arrival.
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Seriously. Men.
Lol, the word of advice was funny :P
ReplyDeleteHaha, thanks. Everything is just funny in retrospect.
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