He handed it over, watching as the immigration official glanced at the photo and then at his face, and back to the photo again. He didn't bother to try smiling. It never helped.
"Where will you be staying?"
He gave the address of a local backpacker hostel without hesitation, even if he wasn't 100 percent sure he was going to be staying there yet. It depended on how things turned out, really.
"Purpose of visit?"
This time there was a hesitation, as he found himself about to say "To find a cure for a mystical curse." Instead he said casually: "Vacation. I'm backpacking my way across the country."
The immigration officer eyed him again, then shrugged and stamped the passport. "Welcome to India, Mr. Osbourne," he said, handing the slim booklet back. "I hope you enjoy your visit."
"Me too," Oz said with heartfelt emphasis. He adjusted the light pack he was carrying and made his way to the baggage carousel.
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Date: 2008-07-04 06:49 pm (UTC)He handed it over, watching as the immigration official glanced at the photo and then at his face, and back to the photo again. He didn't bother to try smiling. It never helped.
"Where will you be staying?"
He gave the address of a local backpacker hostel without hesitation, even if he wasn't 100 percent sure he was going to be staying there yet. It depended on how things turned out, really.
"Purpose of visit?"
This time there was a hesitation, as he found himself about to say "To find a cure for a mystical curse." Instead he said casually: "Vacation. I'm backpacking my way across the country."
The immigration officer eyed him again, then shrugged and stamped the passport. "Welcome to India, Mr. Osbourne," he said, handing the slim booklet back. "I hope you enjoy your visit."
"Me too," Oz said with heartfelt emphasis. He adjusted the light pack he was carrying and made his way to the baggage carousel.