After taking off from St. John’s, NL, on June 26, we travelled to Halifax to clear security and customs there. It was my first time clearing customs as an adult, and the short, non-conversational questions sort of threw me for a loop. As I approached the customs desk with two officers there, one beckoned my brother to one side of the desk and I went to the other. The man at my side of the desk was pretty serious (which I understand they have to be) and the questions were as follows:
“Passport.”
I took my passport out and handed it to him.
“Date of birth?”
……
“Where are you going?” he asked in a monotone voice.
“I am going to Boston…well actually, Fall River…”
He cut me off, “Why?”
“Sorry?”
“Why are you going there?”
“My brother and I are going on a history trip – ”
“Why?”
“Because we want to go there for a history trip vacation -”
“Your good to go.”
Welcome to American soil, baby!
We walked through a long hallway and went into the American section of departures. It’s like I stepped into another universe, even though I was still in Halifax. I saw American t-shirts, seniors everywhere, and different accents that clearly let me know that I wasn’t in NL anymore. There was an American burger joint there in the waiting area, but due to my past flying experiences, I decided having a big, greasy burger in my system would not benefit anyone on the flight.
After boarding our Dash 8 propellor plane again, we took off for the U.S.A. Both of these flights were pretty good, the only problem being that they were quite cramped – but I knew this before we booked the plane. However, by going with these prop planes, we cut our travel time down quite a bit, as we could hop from NL to NS and then Boston, rather than going to Toronto then Boston (which is the way we went on the way home).
The Eason Clan 