I traveled to
Australia ten years ago on my student visa and went through the Customs at
Sydney Airport. I handed my declaration form to a Customs office who was in his 50s and looked friendly.
“Do you have any food with you?”
“No.”
I thought I was lucky as I had given my beef jerky to my mother before I boarded the plane.
“Could you open your backpack?” I zipped my bag open.
“What’s this?”
“That’s Chinese eight ingredients tea.” My God! I forgot there were some ingredients which could be called food in my tea bags.
“Do you know you can’t bring this into
Australia?”
I didn’t reply; he already had taken my Chinese tea and thrown it into a big box full of prohibited and restricted items.
After X-raying my suitcases, he asked me in an austere tone,
“Do you have prohibited items in your suitcase? You will receive severe penalties if you tell a lie. ”
I was becoming nervous and doubted my mother who must have put some food into my suitcases without telling me. But I had to let him check it out. He unzipped my suitcase, and, suddenly, he laughed when he saw the “evidence.” He opened the lid wide and let me see: an iron wok with a “wood” handle sitting at the bottom of my suitcase.
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