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  • Tired from our long flight from London to Newark, where we had to transfer to a Mexico bound plane, we staggered with our one year old baby Sam, and three year old Medeleine.

    "You can't go through,"you haven't got a visa," we were told.

    A visa just to change planes?

    "Yup, you'll have to wait in this room so we can deal with you."
    He locked us in a tiny room with a questionnaire to fill in.

    One of the questions was: "Are you here to kill the President?"
    or words to that effect. My impish sense of humour had me hovering over 'yes', but I had the sense to tick 'No', How would I be able to kill the President with two kids in tow. And, well, what a direct question. (this was pre 9.11.

    Eventually, customs officers decided we were not assassins and we were escorted by in a police car to the other end of the airport to our waiting plane. Unfortunately we had to hear their conversation (about their antics the night before) which was not suitable for a 13 year old, but luckily, our children were too young to understand.

    So if you want an escort to take you to your next flight; forget your visa.
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