It's 6 AM on Tuesday in Rotorua and half of the Gibson 6 are up. I figured out how to make coffee and run the dishwasher while Carter and Rebeka are discovering cartoons in New Zealand. (So far just Dora, so . . . )
We arrived in Auckland yesterday around noon. We easily got our luggage and watched while a 'drug dog' sniffed and sniffed and sniffed at Rebeka's backpack, and Rebeka. At first we were thinking, "Oh that dog likes her!" (Yeah, that's not how it works.) But then as the customs agent started going through her bag we were a little alarmed. Obviously we were not trying to smuggle contraband into New Zealand; I'd carefully considered all our snacks, medication, etc etc etc, as I'd filled out our customs cards. We'd even gone so far to empty all snacks from the kids' bags into mine so I'd be the only person dealing with inspection. What did we miss? Oh, just one small, partially rotten, concealed FILBERT. From some hike long ago- who even knows? Two or three agents, the dog, a special line in customs, and Rebeka may be flagged in the NZ customs system now. Thankfully they waived the $400 fine.
New Zealand is not messing around. (I don't blame them!)
8 comments:
Gorgeous!!! How are your accommodations? Did you email our flat folks in Sydney? Thanks for posting! Xoxo
Poor Rebeka! Was she freaked?
Oh my goodness! Good to know, sheesh!
Yes, forwarded to you!
Nope!
Hahaha. Rebeka, always causing problems. ;)
That's hilarious!!!! So glad it got figured out and you're off on your adventures!
That's hilarious!!!! So glad it got figured out and you're off on your adventures!
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