A short flight from Seattle to Vancouver saw my return to Canada. Last time I was here I didn't get to see much other than the ski mountain I lived at (the NBA season was nearly over so I had to get back to the US). When I arrived at immigration in the airport I was greeted with an absolute grilling by the border control woman. She didn't look like a hard-ass but that just made it all the more surprising. She asked a multitude of questions, such as where I'd been, who with, what I did back home, and even going so far as to ask exactly which sights and places I saw in various towns. I mean come on, I'm Australian. I thought we were on good terms with Canada. After surviving that brief
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