I was just chilling with my sister, chatting while we vaguely watched a programme about the immigration desk at an airport in Australia. A man was pulled aside for questioning because he seemed very vague about his travel plans, he had a return ticket booked for two months hence, but said he was only staying for two weeks. Immigration officers thought he might be planning to work illegally. They questioned him about who he knew in the country, who he was travelling with, had he enough money. He knew no-one, he said, he was travelling alone.
“I’m a lonely rider,” he said.
What a wonderful turn of phrase… a lonely rider, conjures up so many images…. I must use it in my writing… unless you do first!
Lois Elsden 
Aussie has really strong immigration and entry laws. They do a good job of eliminating illegal workers, as well as food and drugs, coming into the country. Unfortunately not many interviewed are really lonely riders at all 🙂
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We are very envious of your system!
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Yeah, but did he get in OK? 🙂
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He did – and stayed for the time he said he would and returned home on time! I hope he had a good holiday after having difficulties at the beginning!
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I think I’ve seen this programme where the customs dudes in Oz behave like the fourth Reich! Not sure how representative that is or is it just ‘good TV’? Anyway glad our chum was accepted and viva Australia. 😀
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He was quite a handsome dude too… so maybe he will appear in one of my stories as well as his words!
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Steady you impetuous young thang you! lol 😀
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It is a lovely line–I look forward to seeing it in your writing!
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His ‘story’ ended well! Makes me think of a cowboy. Do they still exist?
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Not sure… I think a lot of American men think they are cowboys!
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