Subject: Re: Link<br/>
Date: Sep 16, 2000 @ 01:52<br/>
Author: Brian Butler (&quot;Brian Butler&quot; &lt;bjbutler@...&gt;)<br/>
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<div id="ygrps-yiv-1335247069">Not just in Europe.  When Gregg and I crossed from Canada into the US <br/>
at Estcourt Station, Maine there appeared to be nobody at the US <br/>
Customs house (which I believe might have been a log cabin).  So we <br/>
waited under the little carport for 5 minutes or so and then walked <br/>
around the house to see if we could find anyone.  I saw the customs <br/>
officer (a young woman) in the kitchen washing dishes.  When she saw <br/>
me she said &quot;Oh, sorry, I&#39;ll be right out.&quot;  She was so happy to see <br/>
other human beings that she invited us in to see her cats and <br/>
generally shoot the breeze for twenty minutes.  It turns out she <br/>
lives at the customs house.  She was recently discharged from the <br/>
Marines where she was stationed at Camp Pendleton just north of San <br/>
Diego.  I think she is have trouble adjusting to the bright lights of <br/>
Estcourt Station.<br/>
<br/>
Then on the way back into Canada a similar performance ensued.  We <br/>
waited in the Canadian carport for 5 minutes or so (this time it was <br/>
a real house, and I think people live there).  Gregg finally got fed <br/>
up with waiting and started looking for a doorbell, but he <br/>
accidentally pushed an alarm button that set off an incredibly loud <br/>
klaxon. This brought the customs man and his two young sons running <br/>
from the house next door where they were eating lunch with the <br/>
grandparents.  They were laughing and said &quot;Haha, everybody does <br/>
that.&quot;  Haha, those crazy lovable French.  Anyway, the kids were <br/>
quite interested in our &quot;chiens&quot; and this caused enough ruckus that <br/>
the customs officer forgot to ask us any of the normal customs <br/>
questions. Instead he gave us helpful directions for finding the <br/>
norther tip of Maine, which involves an unauthorized trip back into <br/>
the US.  But this is where houses are divided by the international <br/>
boundary and people cross it to put out their trash, so I think there <br/>
was little risk of creating an international incident.<br/>
<br/>
BJB<br/>
<br/>
<blockquote><span title="qreply"> --- In <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="mailto:BoundaryPoint@egroups.com">BoundaryPoint@egroups.com</a>, michael donner &lt;m@d...&gt; wrote:<br/>
&gt; &gt;Perhaps an interesting link.<br/>
&gt; &gt;<br/>
&gt; &gt;Jesper<br/>
&gt; <br/>
&gt; quote<br/>
&gt; persons from outside the eu countries have to carry a passport & are<br/>
&gt; supposed to report to border officials<br/>
&gt; if they can find them<br/>
&gt; <br/>
&gt; hahahahahahahaha<br/>
&gt; hahahahahahahahahahaha<br/>
&gt; hahaha  ha ha hahahahaha<br/>
&gt; hahahahahahahaha<br/>
&gt; hahahahahahahahahahaha<br/>
&gt; a hahah hahaaaahahaaaahaha<br/>
&gt; etc<br/>
&gt; etc </span></blockquote></div>