I got here at the dead of night..
My flight was delayed for an hour.
Good thing mum saw me disembarking and yelled “CHAY!!!” from the viewing deck.
At least I knew I wouldn’t have to find my own way at midnight. Good thing too coz I had NO IDEA where we lived and how to contact her.
Got through immigration with minimal fuss while being serenaded by a traditional band.
I was detained at customs because they opened my (huge arse) suitcase and had to suss out my Sex & the City DVDs because ‘porn’ is illegal in this country.
I had to explain to the customs guys that ‘Ummmm.. hello!! it’s not porn! it’s an american tv show!’
Ah well.. they had to pop in a random dvd just to perv check.
They put it back in the case with a cheeky smile and said ‘ah.. they talk about sex not do it’
right… good thing you chose a fairly innocent episode then. awesome.
So they let me through…
and i heaved my cart with my over over weight luggages to the awaiting vehicle.
we drove to our first house through the darkened Vila streets.
Got to our place completely knackered and disoriented.
As I lay in bed I thought: This is it. I have landed in “the Happiest Place on Earth”
Right before I dozed off I was thinking…
How am I going to be happy here when they can’t even distinguish between porn & my favourite show?
