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Posted on February 7th, 2007 by GracyBee.
Categories: Places.
Flashback: 3rd April 2006
The day finally arrived. We are geared up to go. Great, my luggage is 19kg. *gasps*. Actually not my clothes leh…but all my comestics, hair dryer. Hehe….need some facial and physical maintenance also~
We left home at 12pm to go to Birmingham Airport to catch 1705 flight (KLM) to Amsterdam and transit to Cairo.
Flashback: 4th April 2006
Finally reached Cairo at 0105. (oh yea, very awkward hour). At this time, all I want is to go through the customs and catch the taxi to the hotel and sleep. It was my turn finally. But it didn’t go smoothly as I have expected.
At the customs
Officer: What is your name?
Me: XXX
Officer: Where do you come from?
Me: Malaysia.
Officer: Malaysia?? (looked confused, turned to his colleague and talked, keep pulling his face)
Me: (oh dear~~~~~) I have my Malaysian IC with me.
Officer: (took it from me, but not convinced) You sure you from Malaysia?
Me: YES (getting impatient)
Officer: (reluctantly stamped my passport)
Me: Thanks (phew!)
Now is my housemate’s turn. Then I heard a commotion. I looked back. That same officer signalled me to go back.