Let's get
to the airport very early.
Write USA
in huge letters all over of your luggage.
Don't
worry about customs. You can take anything out of this country. The problem is
getting it into the US.
My wallet
is a lot thinner without all those fifty-dollar travelers checks in it.
My
luggage is a lot lighter without all that camera equipment.
Do you
think they'll let me take these hats/vases on the plane?
Make sure
you have enough bongoes for the taxi to the airport. I don't think they'll take
pretzels or blitzers.
I think
the taxi driver is upset that we didn't pay for a round trip.
Just grab
your boxes and say thank you.
Our
airline is the one over there with the huge line.
Is he
from Customs?
Why is he
wearing that funny hat?
Is that
man a policeman/customs officer/soldier/priest/militia/sanitation worker?
He's
pointing to something in your bag.
These are
gifts for friends.
Say it's
for you personal use.
Are you
sure he's from Customs?
Is that
man a policeman/soldier/priest/militia/airline pilot?
There's
another line of people over there.
Maybe
that's where we should be.
Does
anyone here speak English?
Is this
line coming or going?
Weren't
we here first?
Why are
those people cutting in line here?
Don't
they stand in line here?
Only for
firing squads.
You're in
a great mood.
A new
window is opening up.
Our line
is closed.
I guess
it's their lunch time.
Why are
we always at the end of the line?
Everyone
else in this line has tickets.
This is
mine.
This
belongs to me.
Tell him
it's your luggage.
Weren't
you carrying a backpack/briefcase/camera/purse?
Let's get
some cheap liquor at the duty free shop.
Why are
all those guys cruising back and forth in front of the duty free shop?
He's
showing us something inside his coat.
What is
it? What's he doing, anyway?
There's
another one. He's holding his coat open, too.
Put your
American money away.
He's
showing us-- something that looks like an unwrapped chocolate bar.
I think
we better get out of here.
How much
does it cost to use the bathroom here?
We have
two hours before the flight.
These
airport gift shops are so tacky and expensive.
That's
good because we spent our last bongoes on the taxi to the airport.
Oh, look.
I can't believe it.
We have
enough postcards.
Not like
these. It's beautiful.
The
Ruins.
Were we there?
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