On my recent trip from Turkey, I was asked by the officer if the photo on my passport was really me. Well that should be rather obvious, or else I would be a fraudster. When I began explaining that I dye my hair, pointing to my roots, he laughed and then asked me if I had had a nose job. I was flabbergasted, so I asked my mother to vouch for me. A nose job really?!
Below is a photo from the airport.
Preposterous! You have the most perfect nose this side of the equator :)
ReplyDeleteGreat idea for a blog, especially for somebody as well-traveled. Keep up the great work.