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Flagpoling, bacon, and finally landing
“You need to walk down the path, flagpole, come back and then we’ll deal with you”, the gun-toting, flak-jacketed Canadian Border Guard said to me; very matter-of-factly. I came to Canada on a whim. It...
View ArticleThe Great Tijuana Border Fiasco
“I’m looking for your entry stamp. Where is it?” muttered the US border guard. He didn’t look impressed. I was at the US-Mexico border in Tijuana, trying to get back into the US after hitchhiking...
View ArticleAttempting to escape the former Soviet Union
The well-trodden path of the 259 bus to the edge of the city marked the start of my final departure from the Armenian capital of Yerevan. My stay in this city nestled in the mountains of the south...
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