eastsussexeye: Final Frontier

The Story So Far ...

We said farewell to our work friends at the RSPCA and BBC on 14 September, farewell to our families on 3 October, and set off for Africa to save cheetahs, decorate school buildings, and look around a bit. After a trip home for Christmas, we headed for South East Asia on 6 January -- where we were stunned by Qatar and Cambodia, taught novice monks in Laos, and acted as security guards at an Elephant Festival. It was back home for four weeks to look after John's dad, before we tangoed our way through five South American countries in fifteen days. We then snooped our way through New Zealand, dipped our toes into Fiji, drove-thru California and were home from home with family in Vancouver.

Now, we are home itself. Fulfilled, happy, and ready to earn the respect of our friends and family by knuckling down and earning some money once again ...

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Final Frontier

Going solo

It was the seventeenth and last border crossing of our trip, and finally we decided to give it a go. Henry and I filled in one customs declaration form to enter Canada, rather than two.

The guard on the train reached our seats. I explained that we lived at the same address, and wanted to check it was okay for us to use just one form. He glanced up at us. "You two married? Sure." And he moved on.

That was it. No certificate required. No eyelid batted. No awkward pause. Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised; we were in the Land of the Free, after all. But I did wish at that moment I'd had the courage to try it sixteen frontiers earlier.

John