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on the subject of airports..
On 11.09.2013 14:11, Martin wrote:
On Wed, 11 Sep 2013 13:59:32 +0200, Giovanni Drogo wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013, Tom P wrote: which reminds me of what happened to me some years back. I leave the house one morning, walk over to the car in the driveway and this police car... not about airports, but still travel ... did I never tell this story ? In the '80s I used to travel a lot Italy to Germany and vv. using night trains (sleepers, I usually booked a T3 but was almost always alone). Normally there were no border checks, but once in or around Basel I was waken up by a couple of German police (and older and a younger one) who were doing luggage inspection. I had in my luggage a chestnut cake my mother did (you boil chestnuts, pass them, mix with a bit of butter, cocoa or chocolate and a bit of cognac or rhum) ... in the form of a ball of a light brown paste wrapped in aluminium foil :-) They wanted to know (very politely) what is was, and I said it was a Kastanienkuche. The older one wanted to know how was it named (!) in Italian. I said it had no specific names. He insisted on knowing a "generic" name, so I said "dolce di castagne". Then, addressing the younger colleague, he smiled and said "it is as I told you". Then they wished me good night and left. In the 1970s I was in a car that drove from Germany into Austria without any border control. In Austria one of the other three passengers found he had forgotten his passport in a hotel in Germany. Returning to Germany there was a control. The driver a German gave three passports, including his own and his driving license to the German policeman/border guard. After scrutinising the driving licence and the passports, he started to wave us on and then stopped us. He told the driver that he had to wear his spectacles, when driving. The controller turned to his young colleague and told him that it was meticulous work like this that had got him early promotion. first Back in the 90s I had the illustrious job of flying to Vladivostok as a computer specialist. At the time, Vladivostok was still a military security area, and I needed a special permit as foreigner to enter the city. Our customer wanted to treat us to a high quality lunch, but the only place with any good food was the KGB headquarters. The solution was to smuggle me into the building - we went in a large group, and I had to "borrow" a passport from a Russian who wasn't going along. We gathered all the passports together, the guard counted the passports, counted the heads, and let us all in as a group. Needless to say, I had to keep my mouth shut. |
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on the subject of airports..
Martin wrote:
On Wed, 11 Sep 2013 22:00:36 +0200, Tom P wrote: On 11.09.2013 14:11, Martin wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013 13:59:32 +0200, Giovanni Drogo wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013, Tom P wrote: which reminds me of what happened to me some years back. I leave the house one morning, walk over to the car in the driveway and this police car... not about airports, but still travel ... did I never tell this story ? In the '80s I used to travel a lot Italy to Germany and vv. using night trains (sleepers, I usually booked a T3 but was almost always alone). Normally there were no border checks, but once in or around Basel I was waken up by a couple of German police (and older and a younger one) who were doing luggage inspection. I had in my luggage a chestnut cake my mother did (you boil chestnuts, pass them, mix with a bit of butter, cocoa or chocolate and a bit of cognac or rhum) ... in the form of a ball of a light brown paste wrapped in aluminium foil :-) They wanted to know (very politely) what is was, and I said it was a Kastanienkuche. The older one wanted to know how was it named (!) in Italian. I said it had no specific names. He insisted on knowing a "generic" name, so I said "dolce di castagne". Then, addressing the younger colleague, he smiled and said "it is as I told you". Then they wished me good night and left. In the 1970s I was in a car that drove from Germany into Austria without any border control. In Austria one of the other three passengers found he had forgotten his passport in a hotel in Germany. Returning to Germany there was a control. The driver a German gave three passports, including his own and his driving license to the German policeman/border guard. After scrutinising the driving licence and the passports, he started to wave us on and then stopped us. He told the driver that he had to wear his spectacles, when driving. The controller turned to his young colleague and told him that it was meticulous work like this that had got him early promotion. first Back in the 90s I had the illustrious job of flying to Vladivostok as a computer specialist. At the time, Vladivostok was still a military security area, and I needed a special permit as foreigner to enter the city. Our customer wanted to treat us to a high quality lunch, but the only place with any good food was the KGB headquarters. The solution was to smuggle me into the building - we went in a large group, and I had to "borrow" a passport from a Russian who wasn't going along. We gathered all the passports together, the guard counted the passports, counted the heads, and let us all in as a group. Needless to say, I had to keep my mouth shut. I hope the meal was good. :-) When Khrushchev was touring San Francisco on his 1959 US tour a reporter asked, "How many subs do you have?. "I'd tell you the strength of our submarine fleet but you would only say I was bragging. Don't worry, we now use our submarines to catch herring." "Is your herring fleet concentrated in Vladivostok?", asked the reporter. "Herrings are not pigs",K. replied,"You can't breed them where you want to. You have to catch them where they are...". -- Best Greg |
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on the subject of airports..
On 12.09.2013 04:24, Gregory Morrow wrote:
Martin wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013 22:00:36 +0200, Tom P wrote: On 11.09.2013 14:11, Martin wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013 13:59:32 +0200, Giovanni Drogo wrote: On Wed, 11 Sep 2013, Tom P wrote: which reminds me of what happened to me some years back. I leave the house one morning, walk over to the car in the driveway and this police car... not about airports, but still travel ... did I never tell this story ? In the '80s I used to travel a lot Italy to Germany and vv. using night trains (sleepers, I usually booked a T3 but was almost always alone). Normally there were no border checks, but once in or around Basel I was waken up by a couple of German police (and older and a younger one) who were doing luggage inspection. I had in my luggage a chestnut cake my mother did (you boil chestnuts, pass them, mix with a bit of butter, cocoa or chocolate and a bit of cognac or rhum) ... in the form of a ball of a light brown paste wrapped in aluminium foil :-) They wanted to know (very politely) what is was, and I said it was a Kastanienkuche. The older one wanted to know how was it named (!) in Italian. I said it had no specific names. He insisted on knowing a "generic" name, so I said "dolce di castagne". Then, addressing the younger colleague, he smiled and said "it is as I told you". Then they wished me good night and left. In the 1970s I was in a car that drove from Germany into Austria without any border control. In Austria one of the other three passengers found he had forgotten his passport in a hotel in Germany. Returning to Germany there was a control. The driver a German gave three passports, including his own and his driving license to the German policeman/border guard. After scrutinising the driving licence and the passports, he started to wave us on and then stopped us. He told the driver that he had to wear his spectacles, when driving. The controller turned to his young colleague and told him that it was meticulous work like this that had got him early promotion. first Back in the 90s I had the illustrious job of flying to Vladivostok as a computer specialist. At the time, Vladivostok was still a military security area, and I needed a special permit as foreigner to enter the city. Our customer wanted to treat us to a high quality lunch, but the only place with any good food was the KGB headquarters. The solution was to smuggle me into the building - we went in a large group, and I had to "borrow" a passport from a Russian who wasn't going along. We gathered all the passports together, the guard counted the passports, counted the heads, and let us all in as a group. Needless to say, I had to keep my mouth shut. I hope the meal was good. :-) When Khrushchev was touring San Francisco on his 1959 US tour a reporter asked, "How many subs do you have?. "I'd tell you the strength of our submarine fleet but you would only say I was bragging. Don't worry, we now use our submarines to catch herring." "Is your herring fleet concentrated in Vladivostok?", asked the reporter. "Herrings are not pigs",K. replied,"You can't breed them where you want to. You have to catch them where they are...". There was another story about Khrushchev and Vladivostok. Back in the 50s, the comrades who worked in Eastern Siberia used to get special benefits, more money, extra food and fuel rations because of the allegedly appalling weather. Then Khrushchev came to Vladivostok on a state visit. Unfortunately, they planned it badly and he arrived in August in the middle of a heat wave. Result - end of the special benefits. In fact, when I came back from Vladivostok the first time, I had a sunburn - nobody wanted to believe me when I said where I'd been. |
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on the subject of airports..
If you are British in Germany
https://www.gov.uk/foreign-travel-advice/germany "Carry your passport with you at all times. German police have the right to ask to see identification." The same even applies if you are german! ;-) But, with the police having the right to see an ID does not mean you have to carry an ID. Furthermore, the police needs a reason for asking for your ID. So the british government gives a good advice to avoid trouble. In the context of a law seminar, it's wrong! This is the same government that advised British students who happened to be in Kiev during the Chernobyl accident to prevent contamination by boiling their drinking water. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- e m a i l : j a c k @ c a m p i n . m e . u k Jack Campin, 11 Third Street, Newtongrange, Midlothian EH22 4PU, Scotland mobile 07800 739 557 http://www.campin.me.uk Twitter: JackCampin |
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