Thursday June 28, 2018
It’s not the same thing as hopping around from province to province
It’s a different country and I am in it for less time than it takes for my hair to air dry. Gloomy here too so there is no vacation and if it rains later (careful) it will work better for some of my good lines. I will have to talk to the border patrols again. I hope they have long shifts and the man I met on the way over earlier is still on. He was even more attractive up close. I knew I liked him from far away and the officer beside him was impatient with the poor guy from Japan forced to finger print himself three thousand times even with all the proper paperwork. My guy was sweet and he made me nervous. I didn’t realize I was flirting with him but I was. He smiled at me and told me I was awesome. Do border patrols tell everyone that?