The line snaked through endless poles and ropes towards the too few windows that were actually occupied by officials. This would take hours. Some people found so-called “island time” relaxing. I just found it annoying, especially when I had another ninety minute ride to my resort, likely on a poorly air-conditioned bus. I thought a vacation would calm me but so far, my stress level was only heading higher. “Next!” the middle aged Jamaican woman at window number seven called out. It had been an hour, less than I’d feared, standing in line with hundreds of other overheated tourists. “Hi,” I greeted the agent, trying to be cheerful. “Passport, please?” she asked curtly, as annoyed at the long line as I was. I handed her my passport and then my customs form when she asked. She looked it all over, filled in my return flight information, my destination and stamped the documents before handing them back.
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