Thursday May 8, 11:27 PST
So, I’m on a plane. Alone. Going back to the US. Turns out they didn’t want me to visit over in England. I was denied entry into the country. What a mess. Here’s what happened:
I went to the entry clearance agent and she started asking me questions. Stupid me didn’t have a copy of my itinerary because, well, I don’t know why. Anyway, the lady starts getting on my case and asking how much money I had and what I was going to do while I was there. So they thought I wasn’t going to go home after the 5 months (I really did plan on going home, for a few weeks anyway). Anyway, they found out about my relationship with a Brit and begin freaking out. So they take me down to this “detainment room.” That’s a nice way of saying a stinky prison with a bunch of nasty, uncomfortable couches and stinky people and gross soggy food. Let me know take the time to mention that I got food poisoning, most likely from the airline food. So I was throwing up every hour or so. I couldn’t even keep down water. Yeah, and the stinky room didn’t help a bit. So finally after a couple of hours, they take me into this interview room and start asking me the same questions they did before. I answer the same answers, granted I did lie to them about a couple of things to make them just let me go. I know, not a good idea, but I was soooooo panicked. During this entire time, Steve was sitting in the airport thinking that maybe they’d sent me back without him even knowing. So he’s panicking too. So I contacted my parents and Steve’s mom and let them know what’s going on. Steve calls his mom and she tells him everything. At this point I’ve been in the stinky room for about 6 hours with no word. I get pulled out again to answer more questions and, finally, after 8 hours in the room, they tell me I can’t go into the country. The woman on my case really liked me though and she pulled a couple strings to get me temporary entrance so I could stay the night in a real bed rather than that awful room. They kept my passport, booked me for flights going home and let me go. I caught up to Steve around 6:30pm. Our flight had landed at 9am. He has spoken to the woman helping me so he knew everything. I was miserable, he was miserable. Neither of us could even speak or look at each other without coming close to tears. At 7:20, we took the 3 hour bus to Bridgwater where his mom and brother picked us up. We stayed the night, got something to eat, stayed the night, got to take showers, it was nice. My flight left at 2:15 today so Steve’s mom drove us to the airport where we said goodbye. Now I’m on another freaking plane. And that’s my miserable story. Still sick, no room to lay down and sleep. Bleh. So as soon as I get home, I’ll be working on getting my visa. It should only take 1-3 weeks. Man, I cannot wait to get back there!!
I really feel like I’m having a nightmare.
Here's what really makes me angry: they say that US citizens can come to the UK for 6 months or less without a visa. My trip was 5 months. They said that because it was so long they were suspicious. But really, it's less than 6! If they wanted people to get visas to visit for 5 months then they should freaking say that. Plus, of course I was planning on coming back in October. I paid extra money to get a longer stay. If I was going to stay I would have just bought a return ticket for a week later and saved myself $100. ARGARGARSGSRSKLKNDLIUQHNOIUGBIYL!!!