The article mentioned in the OP has a very one sided approach. I guarantee you no-one cares about what sex tapes you made on your holidays or what nude pictures you carry of your girlfriend on your phone. Customs are looking for one thing - illegal coughography.
Yes, they say all coughography but you should be able to read between the lines. If you have legal coughography it is handed back. If you have illegal coughography it is not.
Like the food question. Do they really care if you have some Reeses Peanut Butter Cups or a stick of rock from the UK? No. They care about certain types of food - but if you carry any food you need to say so. Do you cause a kerfuffle about that? Does this impede upon your freedom?
Whats the big deal? Who is carrying around homemade sex tapes anyway? Who even makes home made sex tapes?! Or don't I want to know..
this is a fictional story:
One day, not too far from today, I will be getting married. I imagine it to be this, after 12 hours on-board a Qantas A380 being pampered like a celebrity in the First Class cabin, we finally land at our destination where we greet our awaiting driver. A VIP escort through immigration where a sparkling graphite coloured BMW 760iL is awaiting for us, to take us for a 60 minute flowing drive, to the couples only resort where the price of villas start at $3K per night. The driver swings open the rear doors and we slide into the soft tan leather seats, with individual electronic controls operating the recline and the massage function. But as quickly as I get comfortable, my eyes focuses to the centre console where I see a bottle of champagne on ice, I quickly take the bottle when my gorgeous wife quickly says
"darling, that's so sweet, its my favourite" before giving me the juiciest kiss we've enjoyed to date, then proceeding to enjoy our complimentary drink.
The smoothest of rides, I fall in love with the 760iL and promise my wife that I would work 100 hours a week when we get back home, just so we could buy one. But an hour later, we pull into the grand driveway of our resort just as the last drops of the Bollinger is being consumed. The rear door is opened and we are sincerely greeted by the Resort Owner and a few of his staff. The owner warmly congratulates the both of us for our union and intoduces us to staff, the butler, the maid, the porters and then emphasising that all are requests will be taken care of, anywhere, anytime.
After some private and personal chat, the owner announces
"would you like me to escort you to your villa Mr and Mrs Alanslegal?". We agree, and we are lead by the owner, the butler and a series of porters with our bags not far behind.
After walking through a series of paths, lined by tropical foilage, flowing creek, a pond, and manicured lawns, we arrive at our private villa. The owner hands us the keys and proudly announces that
"we'd like you to enjoy your special occasion here with us, in our presidential villa - the most luxurious villa we have on our exclusive island - at over 650 square metres in total".
A quick click and the double oversized doors open to reveal a marble foyer with 15 foor ceilings. I am speechless, as is my wife. We are in awe, as Mr. Resort Owner kindly advised that he'll be off now, as our luggage gets taken to our master bedroom where I have given permission for the butler to unpack our belongings and place them inside the walk in robe.
The foyer leads to a living area that then flows through an expansive entertaining outdoor terrace overlooking the beach directly in front. Going back inside, there is a commercial sized kitchen and what appears to be handcrafted 13 piece dining suite, absolutely gorgeous. Mind you, my newly acquired camera has been recording, as I do a complete video tour blog of our amazing villa ready to show the family when we return home. We pause at our master bedroom, as I carry my wife wrapped in my arms - like they do in the movies - and bring her into the bedroom. The red wooded four post bed dominates the room, complimenting it with crystal white linen and contrasting brown pillows. Rose petals are carefully littered from the door towards the bed, and a set of heart shape designs are gently placed on the white sheets. This is super-deliciously romantic I hear my mind quickly wander.
As this is our once in a lifetime honeymoon and to remember, we agree to create a personal and very very very intimate and private DVD, one that only WE can look at and that nobody else in this whole wide world will see
That first night was truly amazing, it was my and her first time ever and those three hours of love making on our first night of forever together, was awesome. No words could ever come close to describing how it was but I hope my the 64gb SD card was big enough to record the whole scene but I hold doubts as it was in Full HD movie mode.
The following morning, after our breakfast in bed was delivered; organic vegetables, free range eggs, turkish raisin toast with a side of home made jam; I quickly transfer my 64gb file to my new laptop and rename it to AmazingHoneyMoon001.mpeg and place it under directory C:\Honeymoon2010\Movies\ . I then free the space on my SD card, ready for another day of photo taking and moving making.
About an hour later, I wonder around only to see my naked wife taking a shower under the outdoor monsoon shower which is located on the wraparound balcony off the master bedroom. In the spur of the moment, I turn on the camera and start recording, firstly from afar, and then as I participate together in some playful activity. Thankfully I had opted for the more expensive but newer shockproof and waterproof camera, as I still record. Another amazing event, named AmazingHoneyMoon002.mpeg.
Fast forward a week later and we reluctantly leave our week of sensational fun; the swimming, the snorkelling, the couple massages and body treatments, the private boat cruises, the sunset dinners on the beach, the bonfires late in the evening under a full moon and a million of stars. This honeymoon was absolutely perfect!
The return flight in First Class was just as flawless as the outbound leg, and we were glad to have arrived home safely once again - you see, I have a bit of a fear for flying. The dreaded Customs and Immigration is upon us where in the past I have always been pulled up because of their undeclared profiling techniques. This time I am hopeful because I am now happily married and my stunning wife is next to me - as previously I travelled alot on my own and often arriving in from south east asia and that looked bad - even though I never did anything illegal in my life or have any bad bone in my body.
I quickly peruse my incoming passenger declaration card, as I have done so many many times before in my travels; am I carrying food? am I carrying more than USD$10K?
am I in possession of any coughography? ..... what the?? my mind shockingly says to itself. I re-read the question one more time, then a second and then a third .... I then realise this question is real. I think about my C:\Honeymoon2010\Movies\ and my C:\Honeymoon2010\Pictures\ directories and then hesitantly cross the "Yes" box.
As I arrive at Customs, Mr Customs nows question me
"did you complete this form by yourself? is this your signature?" as I answer yes to both, he advises me to follow him to Private Room #1 where Mr Customs Manager joins in the meeting, as well as Miss Customs Trainee. Mr Customs announces that
"since you declared you are in possession of coughography, we require to examine your laptop". I insist that they have to be kidding and that there is laws against this kind of inspections! I explain that I have never done anything illegal in my life, have been a good responsible citizen, and that the cough material I posess is private and something was taken on our honeymoon between my wife and I.
The rules are the rules according to the Customs people and that I either do it their hard way or I do it their even harder way - it's my call apparently and if I comply, I would be completed in 30minutes. Even though I argue with all my might especially my LLB degree should have taught me some advocacy skills, some negotiation practice, some dispute resolution but this is all to no avail - and this feels like what happens in Iraq or North Korea or so what I have read about those countries anyway.
I decide on the hard way, not the harder way, and hand over my laptop. I direct them to C:\HoneyMoon2010\ and again caution them that it's my personal honeymoon videos. As Mr Customs double clicks on file AmazingHoneyMoon023.mpeg but Media Player surprisingly does not load. He barks that the files should be unencrypted and unprotected for examination and warns me for hindering their inspection, and that Customs have IT specialist if need be. I quickly announce that it is not protected but he should try again.
This time, the double click works, and the file loads up. Why is the volume at maximum level??!??!?!?! I am embarassed and ashamed, feeling disgusted and personally violated that now three people are watching me and my wife make out against the balcony railings, then proceeding to the hot tub. I shout "this is wrong guys" but I am ignored. I am threatened to behave or be taken away.
After watching a series of clips and viewing some more hot photos, the Customs people are satisfied that my home made honeymoon videos are all legitimate - as I advised inititally.
Feeling violated, humiliated, tormented and legally harassed, I feel the long term effects of never trusting a customs officer again. Was it because they were having a boring day, that they decided to have cheap thrills looking at cough? The Customs folks were wrong, were always wrong, would not even listen to me, and in the end, would never apologise. It's easier to squeeze blood out of a stone, then getting an apology from a customs officer.
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