Customs

Meocha Belle 7/2

Today I came to London with Rudy. The decision to go was quick because I knew I would not be presented with an opportunity to see London in a while and realized this was the perfect time.
Our morning started early and our trip was delayed because the Eurostar staff and customs would not let anyone through until departure time. So after waiting in line for about an hour, we finally got up to the London officials to have them check our passports. There were several people in front of me that went right through without any questions asked. Then, when it was my turn, the officer underwent a full-on interrogation with me. I believe it had something to do with my travel partner and I going to London together. It seemed as if the customs's officer thought I was from the West Indies or Les Antilles trying to go into London and stay with my white savior. So after going back and forth and providing reasoning for our visit to London, he let us both through. After showing him many forms of identification, including my international student id card, he let us through. This ordeal dominated the conversation between me and Rudy for a few minutes, then we quickly changed topics to what we were learning in seminar class and quickly forgot about the custom's situation.
We soon after fell asleep and when we woke up, were in London. We had great Italian food and conversation.

~Paris Noir 2010