okay, so you guys REALLY want to know what happened with my whole getting deported from canada thing. i received comments, emails, a few ask me anything inquiries, and numerous searches for “deportation” in my search box.
i realize most of you didn’t read my blog back in the day, when i did flashback friday EVERY SINGLE FRIDAY. i think maybe it would be a good idea to replay (err.. repost?) some of those flashbacks. i posted about getting deported back on january 29, 2010. sorry if you are a longtime reader and already know the story. come back later for something new! and for all of you who have wondered… here’s the story!
first off, one of the ask me anything questions was “What happened on July 10, 2003?”
well, i got pulled over. and i had things in my car i should not have had in my car. and i had been drinking. and i was twenty. and it wasn’t a pretty outcome, but hey.. it happened. this experience is the epitome of the phrase “live and learn.”
and now, the story about canada.
february 2, 2007 i was deported from canada.
this flashback friday will not have many photos, as i have lost lots of my files due to computer crashes over the years.. but i wanted to share the story! i am still trying to look back on it and laugh~ turns out
3 years 5 years and some change is still not long enough.
when i lived in london i made friends with a bunch of austrailians. one particular aussie i befriended was lachy. he and i became super good friends. when he decided to spend a season in big white (a ski resort in kelowna, british columbia, canada) i decided i had to go pay him a visit!
i planned to go to big white for 10 days and snowboard my face off and hang out with lachy and just have a baller time. some of my friends originally said they would go along with me, but when it came down to it~ i went alone. that was fine, i like to travel and don’t mind traveling alone. as long as i can get into the country i am going to.
i first flew to seattle and got there in the afternoon on the 2nd of february. unfortunately, my flight to canada was canceled due to the weather. strike one. i had to just hang out in the airport for a few hours. i decided to go get something to eat.. and then i realized that my debit card was missing. ugh. strike two. i had no idea where it was! i figured it had just fallen out of my pocket somehow. this was the story of my life. i once lost my debit card seven times over the course of six months! not exaggerating.
i currently don’t have a debit card because i don’t want to lose it. i do have a debit card now, but don’t lose it nearly as often. yay for breaking bad habits. although the number DID get stolen and we had to replace our cards about a week ago…
SO~ anyway.. a second flight was canceled and i was stuck at the airport for what seemed like centuries. i finally was able to snag a flight into kelowna and was ecstatic! i got into canada around 9:30 PM. the kelowna airport is probably the tiniest airport on the planet. so small.
one by one we all picked up our bags. the only people at the little airport were the workers and then the people who were with me on the plane. one by one we went through the customs line to show our passports. and i was pulled aside.
i was put into a room. by myself.
i started to panic.
there was lots of talk behind closed doors and i had no idea what was going on. after QUITE some time, they came to talk to me. everyone had gone on their merry way. i was the only one left. i burst into tears~ i had no idea why they pulled me aside.
they started questioning me about my past. asking if i had any criminal charges. yes, i told them, i did have charges from when i was 20.. from july of 2003. i had taken care of them and my name was clear…
in the united states.
apparently you cannot have any type of charges on your record for FIVE years before trying to go to canada. say what?! i had no flipping clue!
so they told me i was getting deported. i won’t go into the details (oh and don’t ask what my charges from 2003 were) but lets just say a lot of tears were shed and i basically thought my life was ending.
strike three, i was out.
they gave me three options, since there were no flights going back to seattle that night:
- stay the night in the airport
- stay the night IN JAIL
- have lachy pick me up, hang out with him for the night and come back the next morning to fly out
well obviously i decided to stay the night in jail.
hah. psyche! i had lachy come pick me up so we could spend a little, tiny bit of time together.
what really chapped my hide was the fact that they wouldn’t let me into the country for ten days to snowboard~ but they would let me in for the night. as far as concepts and principles go, i would have rather they made me stay in the airport or jail! but of course i was grateful that i got to see lachy and hang out for the short time i had.
oh and P.S. i dunno what was wrong with the exposure on my camera. all the photos are super white.
lachy and his friends picked me up~
i hadn’t seen him for five years!!
we went to the hostel he was living.. where i had paid for nine non refundable nights.. ugh..
we went out to a bar~
and gallivanted around the town until the wee hours of the morning. i had to get my money’s worth! i mean.. i spent a few grand on a trip i wasn’t going to be able to take.
we slept for a few hours and then headed to the mountain. i had purchased a snowboarding pass from some girl for $200.. and i was able to take three runs. those were very, very expensive runs!
in the lodge, having a meat pie because lachy said i HAD to try one.. haha..
and then it was back to the airport to fly home :(
i’d been crying my little eyes out.
i ended up coming back to the SLC and took the time off from work even though i had been deported. i spent the time snowboarding at my local resorts.. sigh.. not as epic as canada would have been!
here are some photos from the days i spent in SLC when i was supposed to be in canada~
went out with friends
balanced on boards
loved up on <3 mable <3 RIP
sigh. tried to live it up in the SLC but i was really just depressed about getting deported!
and NOW.. i don’t know how to get allowed back into the country. apparently once you’ve been deported you have to jump through all sorts of hoops to be allowed in. if anyone has an in at the canadian embassy~ let me know!
well folks. there you have it! my biggest travel debacle ever! hope you enjoyed the story.
and i also hope you have a fun-filled weekend! i am off to the metric show tonight. they are allowed into canada. they live there!
1. do you have any travel horror stories?
2. what’s one of your biggest regrets?
xo. janetha g.