We landed in Gold Coast at 8am on September 21st, Mike’s birthday!
Happy 35th birthday to Michael! We had a lot of fun celebrating in Canada and during our trip back in Hong Kong and Singapore so we didn’t have any special plans for once we were back in Brisbane.
No special plans didn’t mean we wouldn’t have appreciated not being held up at the airport for nearly 2 hours after landing though.
Let me tell you the story of how we almost ended up on Border Security. Actually, I’m lying, the show is never filmed out of Gold Coast Airport, but if we had been in Sydney or Melbourne, cameras might’ve been rolling. We got through immigration without any difficulties, picked up our luggage and headed to the customs declaration and exit line. While in line, a lady customs officer went up to Michael and asked him to see his incoming passenger card. He had nothing to declare (only me with homemade kimchi) and was given back the card with a simple thank you. I thought it was odd that she had solely singled him out of a big line and watched her go… straight to the customs officer at the front of the line and whisper something in his ear while pointing to Mike.
Great. Here comes trouble.
In the past, we have cleared customs through one of 3 lines:
- Straight out the door.
- Dog sniff. You lay all your bags on the ground and stand beside them while a cute beagle sniffs through all your stuff. If you’re clear, you’re free to go. This usually takes less then 10 minutes.
- Bag search and/or x-ray. We often end up in this line when we have things to declare and while slightly more tedious, still goes pretty quickly. The officer normally asks you to clarify what exactly it is you’ve declared, and if they deem necessary, they can ask you to open up your bags and show them the items or put your bags through a scanner. We have been in this line when we’ve declared bringing back wooden souvenirs from Vietnam and bringing back Frentel butter from Canada. Both times, we’ve simply opened our bags, showed them the items, which they were happy to let through and we were on our way.
This time, without any obvious reason or being told specifically why, both Michael and I were directed to a fourth line. One we didn’t know existed but immediately referred to it as the Border Security line. We were told to sit down on the benches and that an officer would be with us ‘shortly’. This area is completely blocked off from public view and actually depicts some scenes very similar to Border Security. Ie. An Asian man getting every nook of his baggage searched while he sits in a chair looking weary and worried. In another line, a ‘tough’ guy looks annoyed as his bags are being searched and he’s being questioned.
After letting us sit and stew for what seemed to be forever. The initial lady customs officer came over and said to Mike she wanted to talk about his “travel patterns.” Funny, because we both have the exact same travel pattern. We immediately figured it was because Mike was a guy and traveled too often and looked suspicious, especially when we frequented SE Asian countries. We explained to her that we were both medical students, have a 1 week break after every 2 month rotation and took the opportunity to travel cheap.
You could see her realise it… she was barking up the wrong tree. But that wasn’t enough and we had to sit there and answer more questions, including how we were even able to afford studying in Australia and travel at the same time. She was getting nothing and decided to let us go, after scanning our bags. One last jab from her as my bag was going through the scanner, “Are those cigarettes?” No, those are KitKat bars (and they look nothing like cigarettes, but nice try).
Anyway, we finally made our way out the airport. And miraculously, we were able to lug home 3 large pieces of luggage and 2 wheeled carry-ons back to Brisbane – via the bus, then the train. Pros or what?
Jet lag hit us pretty quickly but no time to diddle daddle as we had school the next day! The start of our last rotation – Surgical Specialties!
I was starting with 2 weeks of ENT, then 2 weeks of Opthalmology and finally finishing my medical degree with 4 weeks of orthopaedics. So close! Have to keep pushing to the end!