Toughies at the Greek border
During a trip to Thessaloniki where my sister had to catch a plane home, the border guys at the Greek border appeared to be rather strange to deal with. Here's why.
What does a custom's officer exactly want when he asks for an ID? Being at a border, I bet that 9 out of 10 times you would say "passport". I figure that it's not such a bad reaction. It was exactly mine this morning. The situation gets more interesting, as one variable in this story has not yet been revealed to you. This same custom's officer already had my passport in his hand. So, what did he really mean? Now, I bet that 9 out of 10 times you're as flabbergasted as I was. I first gave him the green card of my car (you're asked for this at all Serbian and Macedonian borders, no matter if you're going in or out of the country). This card was not what Mister Toughy had in mind, so I put it back with the rest of my car's papers. But what should I do now? Starting to explain that the only ID I have is already in his hand? I tried, but he was not convinced. So, I urged that the passport he was holding was really all I have. Mr. T., already not liking me at all, started to become completely unamuzed. So I gave him my driver's license and hoped that this little pink paper would calm him down. It did. He filled out some forms on his computer, growled a few times during the process and returned all the documents with a look on his face that showed that he'd been working out a lot his Freddy-Krueger-meets-Jason look. He shot me his attempt. I took the paperwork and left.
So far for today's adventures. Now it's time to work. But, I hope to be able to see some new places in Macedonia this weekend. Heraklea near Bitola would be nice. Hope the weather changes though, as it's horrible.
Photos of a Greek little church on a lone Macedonian hill.
What does a custom's officer exactly want when he asks for an ID? Being at a border, I bet that 9 out of 10 times you would say "passport". I figure that it's not such a bad reaction. It was exactly mine this morning. The situation gets more interesting, as one variable in this story has not yet been revealed to you. This same custom's officer already had my passport in his hand. So, what did he really mean? Now, I bet that 9 out of 10 times you're as flabbergasted as I was. I first gave him the green card of my car (you're asked for this at all Serbian and Macedonian borders, no matter if you're going in or out of the country). This card was not what Mister Toughy had in mind, so I put it back with the rest of my car's papers. But what should I do now? Starting to explain that the only ID I have is already in his hand? I tried, but he was not convinced. So, I urged that the passport he was holding was really all I have. Mr. T., already not liking me at all, started to become completely unamuzed. So I gave him my driver's license and hoped that this little pink paper would calm him down. It did. He filled out some forms on his computer, growled a few times during the process and returned all the documents with a look on his face that showed that he'd been working out a lot his Freddy-Krueger-meets-Jason look. He shot me his attempt. I took the paperwork and left.
So far for today's adventures. Now it's time to work. But, I hope to be able to see some new places in Macedonia this weekend. Heraklea near Bitola would be nice. Hope the weather changes though, as it's horrible.
Photos of a Greek little church on a lone Macedonian hill.
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