Apparently I set off a few flags when I attempted to cross the Canadian border.  It seems to be a common occurrence when I am crossing border back into the U.S.  As a child, crossing back from Ontario to Michigan with my dad, I was separated and interrogated about whether or not he was actually my father.  Since, then, I’ve had my car searched several times, been brought out and questioned, and even off-handedly asked if the reason I went to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario was to go to the strip club.

The prospect of me, as they seemed to sum it up, of a 25 year old with no job or rental back home and who only had a one-way ticket did not fit well with their immigration standards.  Apparently they assumed I was coming in and had no intention to leave Canada.  I was asked about my cash on hand, how much I had in my bank account, whether I had medical insurance, why I was going somewhere I didn’t know anyone, and asked to provide proof of my lodging reservations.

Every person on the Greyhound bus went through this process.  Although, coming from a place like New York City, I hardly figured that I would be the character on the bus that would stand out enough to delay the trip for my interrogation.

Finally after them running some background check and convincing them that I was just a low-key traveler who was moving on from Canada as soon as I figured out where I wanted to go, they let me pack up and get back on the bus.

From there it was just about 50 more kilometers to Montreal, just north of the border.

Benjamin

Benjamin

Hi all, my name is Ben. I’m a native Michigander with a passion for human culture and new places, and more than that, new experiences. I have degrees in archaeology and writing, pursuing a career in the latter. However, I never quite lost that fascination for archaeological theory. For the past 9 years, I’ve been living and travelling in Asia, documenting ancient sites and the peoples who built them, and then adapting them into practical archaeological travel information at PathsUnwritten.com.

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