Declan Murphy wrote:

> Very strange happening at Immigration (Nagoya) - the official smiled at me.
>
> It was one of a sequence of odd and unusual events. I walked out only 37
> minutes after entering (my record, also at Nagoya, still stands at 4
> hours 17 minutes). My number was called (after being in a queue of all
> of five) only 8 minutes or so after taking the ticket. I had a seat!
> Strolled up to the counter, handed over my docs and konnichiwaed the
> bloke, and without so much as a by-your-leave, the fat bastard smiles.
>
> Less paperwork required than any previous visa renewal too.

Another benefit of living in a smaller place. It's true that despite having at
least three men in uniform or suits, plus at least one woman who is a clerk,
only two men max are processing documents at any one time. They also have to
process all the ships coming into port.

But I have never seen more than four or five people awaiting processing (even
if it means one person holding visas for ten Chinese laborers) at any one
time. They'll get to me within 20 minutes. Immigration (and Customs) are also
within 5km of me, one of the most distant of my infrequent needs.

Not like the horror stories I read about Tokyo Immigration, with up to 500
people waiting around, with a long drive out.

> --
> "All sepponians are loud, round, overweight, fat bastards who think
> their opinions are facts" (except the Raj, who seems to be having an
> identity crisis). All good Germans like beer. The Koreans are the French
> of Asia. Pommies are good at rugby" - Me
>
> "And I'll tell ya something, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but
> anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none." The Full Monty

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