My Year of the Life of Leisure

I left my job, left my apartment, sold most everything in that apartment and embarked on a year of travelling and leisure. I am working on writing a couple of books. This might be one of them... But then, my chief pursuit is leisure, so who knows exactly what will happen.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

She almost took me hostage aka Too Many Stamps In My Passport??

And I'm talking about the customs lady at Heathrow today.

CL: Where are you coming from?
Me: Brussels.
CL: And where before Belgium?
Me: Turkey.
CL: Who is this address for? [I'm staying with a friend for a couple nights, and you have to put down your address on the incoming custom form.]
Me: A friend.
CL: [flipping through my passport] Is this the person you stayed with on your visit here in February?
Me: No, he was out of town.
CL: [Continuing to flip through my passport] How long will you be in England?
Me: 2-3 days.
CL: Where are you going then?
Me: Maybe Croatia. Maybe Florence. Haven't decided yet.
CL: Where else have you been in Europe?
Me: UK for six weeks, Eastern Europe for about two months.
CL: When do you leave Europe?
Me: Two months.
CL: What do you do?
Me: I'm a writer.
CL: What kind of writer? Fiction, non-fiction...
Me: Mostly fiction.
CL: How did you get the money to finance this trip?
Me: Part inheritance and part stock from my previous job.
CL: Where did you work?
Me: Amazon.com.
CL: Thanks. Enjoy your visit.

I know I've left a couple sentences out, but this is really about how it went. I've *never* been grilled like this upon entering or exiting any country.

I can't tell you the joy I felt unloading so much from my bag today! And I still intend to take another pass at it to remove a little more. While I intended, in July, on purchasing another bag to carry my travelling booty home, it's clear I need that bag NOW. The little backpack I already left here is full, as is a tote bag that I'd prefer to carry with me further (it's a perfect size for beach excursions...).

Though the funny thing is: I'd completely forgotten some of what was in the bag I left here two months ago. I pulled out a skirt and cardigan I'd *completely* forgotten about...

Tomorrow, I'm off to Cambridge to meet a lady I had quite a bit of contact with, while I worked at Amazon. She was also just in Turkey (not that far from where I was last week, really), and since the other ladies I dealt with will unfortunately not be available, we will be able to (she said this, so I can't take credit for coming up with this):

Talk Turkey.

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