Border crossings
On the way down to Boston last Friday, it was about 1 a.m. when our bus reached the border. As customary, I had to go and pay the US $6 for entry into the United States. Standing to one side was an older officer, obviously off his shift, having a discussion of sorts with the bus driver. He glanced at my passport, "Australia, eh? What are you doing there?!"
"Well, it's the bottom of the world," I said. "You kind of just ... fall down there."
He chuckled. "Where ya heading to?"
"Boston," I replied.
"Boston?! What are you doing there for?"
They joked that I must have a boyfriend hidden down in Boston. (Ugh.)
"I so want to go to Australia," said the bus driver. "They've got this big fence which go right through the middle of the entire country to keep the dingoes out. Would love to see it."
At 1 a.m., I wonder how boggled my eyes could've possibly looked. Wow, not sunshine and surf, but a fence! Yes, the famed dingo fence that stretches some 5000km from the bottom of South Australia up to northwest Queensland. I really ought to have bought the bus driver a Tassie Lager for originality. Visit Australia for a fence, fancy that.
Posted by sniffles at March 12, 2004 11:06 AM