Where is Jeddah????

Trip Start Nov 24, 2006
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Trip End Jun 28, 2008


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Monday, April 30, 2007

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From Przemysl to Polish-Ukrainian boarder the distance is not far, maybe about 20 mins drive. I had heard and had read legends about passing the boader. Now it came time to verify it with reality...
On the Polish boarder an officer was watching passports and those, that seemed suspicious, he was taking with himself. When he came up to me and Sarah, he had a 3-seconds look into my passport, and then he looked into hers and asked: "Where is Jeddah?" "In Saudi Arabia"- Sarah answered. Apparently her town of birth in British passport in addiction with Sarah`s look neither English or Arabian (originally she is Mauritian), was unlike to the officer. Thanks God exept her passport, a few others were taken away. I swear to God he went to search on internet whether Sarah was a mass murderer or a terrorist. I can imagine how stressing to her it must have been. Besides, also at the airport Sarah was asked where Jeddah was but at least they let her go through straight away. When finally (after ages of waiting) Sarah got her passport back as the last from our coach, we realized this was not it. When we got to the Ukrainian customs, the well known question became boring: "Where is Jeddah?" Again Sarah passport was taken away and searched for at least drugs dealer under her name. The British passport was telling truth though (and only the truth) - she was clear. We were also asked where we were going and what was our purpose, etc.- everything in Ukrainian, and I was speaking back in Polish. (Imagine that picture!) Sarah looked at me and the officer, not understanding anything at all. Poor girl. Finally they let us go through. We were afraid of paying a bribe, but thanks God we didn`t have to. Sarah said: "I don`t have Ukrainian... blablas", because she did not remember the name of Ukrainian currency which is hryvnie. I nearly died from laugh. The whole customs took 3 hours...
A few km behind the boarder and I knew I was in another country. The trees, houses were supposed to sound similar to Polish, but actually they weren`t. Besides, the signs were written in a different language, moreover in a different alphabet. I used to always complain about the quality of Polish highways. Now me and Sarah fell asleep on a Ukrainian one like little babies as we felt in the coach like in a cradle.
POLISH:
Od Przemysla do polsko-ukrainskiej granicy w Medyce nie jest daleko, moze ze 20 min jazdy Nasluchalam sie i naczytalam legend o przekraczaniu tej granicy. Teraz przyszedl czas to zweryfikowac z rzeczywistoscia...
Po stronie polskiej straznik ogladal nasze paszporty i te, ktore wydaly mu sie podejrzane, bral do sprawdzenia. Gdy doszedl do mnie i Sary, zajrzal w moj paszport na 3 sekundy, a potem w jej i zapytal: "Gdzie jest Jeddah?" "W Arabii Saudyjskiej"- odpowiedziala Sarah. Najwyrazniej jej miejsce urodzena w brytyjskim paszporcie, w polaczeniu z wygladem ani nie angielskim, ani arabskim (Sarah oryginalnie pochodzi z Mauritiusa), nie spodobalo sie celnikowi. Na szczescie oprocz jej paszportu, zabral kilka innych. Zapewne poszedl sprawdzc w internecie, czy Sarah nie jest przypadkiem terrorystka badz masowym morderca. Wyobrazam sobie jednak, jak stresujace musialo to dla niej byc. W dodatku na lotnisku w Krakowie celnik rowniez zapytal ja, gdzie jest Jeddah. Tam puscil ja bez problemu. Gdy w koncu, jako ostatniej, zwrocono Sarze jej paszport, okazalo sie, ze to jeszcze nie koniec.
Gdy dojechalysmy do granicy ukrainskiej, pytanie celniczki ukrainskiej stalo sie juz nudne: "Gdzie jest Jeddah?" Znowu zabrali Sarze paszport i szukali w internecie co najmniej dealera narkotykow pod jej nazwiskiem. Brytyjski paszport mowil jednak prawde (i tylko prawde) - wszystko bylo ok. Pytano nas jeszcze dokad jedziemy, w jakim celu itp - po ukrainsku, a ja odpowiadalam po polsku. Sarah patrzyla, nic nie rozumiejac. Biedactwo. W koncu nas puscili. Moglysmy odetchnac. Balysmy sie, ze bedziemy placic jakies lapowki, ale na szczescie nie trzeba bylo. Sarah stwierdzila: "ja nie mam ukrainskich... blablas", bo nie pamietala nazwy ukrainskiej waluty - hryvien. O malo nie umarlam ze smiechu. Cala kontrola trwala ze 3 godziny...
Pare kilometrow za granica juz wiedzialam, ze jestem w innym kraju. Niby drzewa, domy podobne, ale jednak inne. Do tego napisy nie dosc, ze w innym jezyku, to jeszcze alfabecie. Zawsze narzekalam na jakosc polskich drog. Autokar, jadac po ukrainskiej "autostradzie", tak trzasl, ze ja i Sarah zasnelysmy czujac sie jak dzieci w kolysce.
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