A trip down to Portland was on the cards and we were very excited about seeing old friends and good old Portland again. However, what happened next was to be our worst border crossing of our trip so far. Being British, I had to go into the US customs office to get a visitor's permit. Martin had to join me inside, and while I'm filling out the forms, Martin got asked lots of questions. Since we have been away so long, and without a current job or fixed address in Canada, after 3 hours of waiting they came to the conclusion that he was wanting to resume residence. Suddenly, he was fingerprinted and promptly refused entry! Boom! Nothing could have been further from the truth, but what could we do?!!!
I ended up going to Portland on my own a few days later. It was a hectic week, catching up with friends, and then having friends help move all our stuff to John Tomlinson's basement for storage. I managed to sift through our stuff to bring back some of Martin's things - he is still living out of his backpack. All in all, it was a fast week, and it was great to see some good old faces. The city seemed to have developed quite a bit since we left. It was great to see old faithful Mt Hood and St Helen's still there. It was great to be back no matter how short the visit. * Mush
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