When crossing the border into Swaziland we noticed the instructional signage of what to do
is virtually nonexistent. As we approach the gate, a gentleman flags us over telling
us to park our car. While we wait for further instruction, he takes a seat on a
stool directly in front of our car. After patiently waiting for a minute or two
he comes up to our car and told us that we have to go in the building. DUH??!! So, we go in get our passport stamped and
without further confusion we are back in car being directed with a pointing
finger down the road. About 200 yards later
we see several police standing on the side of the road. A very pretty young
women dressed in a police uniform approaches us signaling to pull over. At this
point, I got a little nervous because I had lied at customs and didn’t declare
several gifts that I had in my backpack. For a second, I imagined being hauled
off to some unknown destination to do hard labor on a sugarcane plantation. After
reassuring myself that that wasn’t going to happen I smiled and tried my best
not to look guilty. Then the policewomen began to give Roy instructions in what
appeared to be an auto check. First, the blinkers…so can you guess what Roy
did? That’s right. Mr. Blinky turned on the windshield wipers spraying the poor
girl with pretty blue water. I thought oh no! Now were in big trouble back to
the sugar cane picken….Thank God she smiled seemenly amused at our foreign
incompetence. Now with all lights
checked she instructed Roy to “show me your hooter”. Roy looked at me and said,
“what’s a hooter?’ Like I should know what the hell a hooter is. I said to Roy “maybe
open the hood???” She then pointed to our horn. Thank God! For a minute I thought
that I was going to have to take my shirt off and display my “hooters”. Than with two quick toots from our horn we
all laughed and we were traveling down the road in Swaziland.
