I'm not sure about anyone else but my biggest fear about travelling is not getting from A to B. It's what happens at either end. The thought of someone named Bubba who is 200 + pounds, chaws tobacco, and wears a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and is possibly married to his second cousin being at customs sends shear terror down my spine. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for customs and it's not just the casual inspection. It's the strip search followed by a full cavity search because you didn't fill out your paperwork properly that gets me........
That's one. The other is being stranded in a foreign country, with no money, no contacts and no passport. The thought of that is, yes I agree absurd, but a distinct possibility because you do not know the "Walton factor". This little known factor occurs to people with the surname of Walton. It is not genetic but simply a curse that occurs to anyone named Walton. What's more it can strike at any time, and could be as simple as locking your keys in the car or be as monumental the "Travis Walton video after his abduction by aliens"(lol). I swear if i could get anymore absent minded on some days it would be an embarrassment not only for those in the direct vicinity but for those who have known me all my life........
Creating an international incident is something that I will embrace with open arms if it occurs..........
Have you considered getting your name, address, and passport number tattooed on yourself so you have all the relevent information if you need to attend the australian embassy if the Walton factor pays you a visit?
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