Customs - duhn duhn DUUUHN!
September 15th 2006 At a very early hour, 7:30 a.m., the passengers and crew of the Yorktown Clipper were herded like lemmings into customs in Prince Rupert, BC. A sort of bermuda triangle of the inside passage. No cell phone service. No tourist traps. No excursions. Very little food. But it was a REAL town, not a t-shirt shop, so it was cute and quiet. We were told that we would have to go through customs and
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