When the British Custom changed the goal of our trip
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Sometimes it is very strange how I end up in a giving place or a situation. My friend Christian and I; well we Danes have all the same name, no true - but almost, had decided that we would like to visit Dover. Why? I think everybody has heard about the white cliffs of Dover and we were both curious about seeing them.
On our way from Brussels to Calais we had talked about taking the boat back and forth to Dover. Since we hadn’t booked any tickets and at the point of our arrival didn’t know that we would bring the car, we were guided via a herd of signs towards a number of ticket offices, which were situated in the middle of a huge parking lot.
I don’t know why we chose P&O Ferries, but we did! I had checked the prices of the tickets on the internet and they are generally way cheaper than what you can get them for on site.
Arriving in Dover we were picked out by the customs; not just an ordinary check, a very, very thorough one! I don’t know what we did wrong but too guys in a Volvo on a day trip must have made some bells started to ring for them.
We were guided in to a garage where they asked us to leave the car and placed us at a long row of chairs. There were two guys; one started to ask us a lot of questions like;
Why are you here? We told the story about Vera Lynn and the white cliffs of Dover; he just looked at us like we were fools!
Why are you taking the car on a one day trip? Well, it was cheap and it was easier than walking!
What are you going to do in Dover? We still wanted to see the cliffs!
Who packed the car? Well, I said nobody, because the car was empty; there was nothing in it but us and some stuff in the glove compartment!
He went on like that for some time; he was not unpleasant, he was more curios and we were in a very good mood because we had the day off and trip had already started as something special.
They where they were very thorough; and now being two guys making a strip search on my Volvo, they went everywhere. The even looked inside the doors and also inside every crack that there is in a car. I must say they found a lot of my missing golf tees.
It turned out that the custom officers were rather nice and I guess they were just doing their job and not harassing all Danes travelling in a Belgium car.
We started chatting with them, when they realized that we apparently were more innocent than we looked, and since they didn’t find anything during their eager search.
When they were finished we asked them where they would go if they were on a one day trip! Well for sure none of them would go to Dover! One of them had heard about this seafood and oyster place in Whitstable that was supposed to be very good.