Experiences (31/10)

Sometimes I think about my School trip. It was a fun experience, and I’m gonna tell you about the time that the pólice almost caught me in the frontier because of a bread.

I was a foolish eighteen years old boy. The bus was leaving at 3:00 and the time was 2:30. I hadn’t had Lunch so I decided to get a ham and butter sandwich instead. I ate half of it and threw the other one inside my backpack in case that I would get hungry again.

By the next day (Thursday) we got to Argentina. I forgot the bread, we didn’t had any kind of check-in in our luggage. The bread was already in a bad shape by then.

We stayed there for about 2 days (until Saturday) and the bread was still in the exterior pocket of my bag. You can’t imagine how bad it was.

In the Chilean frontier, Interpol decided to take a sniff with their dogs in our bags. I realized that i could get a penalty fee because i didn’t declare that mossy thing. I took that piece of hard bread and throw it to a seat away from me.

We had to put our backpacks and bags in some kind of line and the PDI’s dogs sniffed them to check if we were hidding something. The only backpack that they took was mine. You could see my that my father was dissapointed.

They made my classmates and everyone leave the room. Luckily , they didn’t find anything and I didn’t get that fee.