Mi Amigas no Bueno, mi amigas es criminalaras!

Enter Chile, Airport at Santiago
Here comes someone from the interrogation room - a woman - with a tissue, wiping her nose...and her eyes. What did they do to her in that room with the one way window? Are mi amigas about to be cavity searched for more fruit? If so, it will be after the next criminal, the lady with H1N1, who's hacking up a lung sitting next to Liz and Kim who are not wearing masks, everyone else in Chile seems to be wearing masks but us.

I lost $20 worth of beef jerkey when I came home from China. It wasn't raw meat, it was dried AND sealed in bags. Plus there was not a sign posted anywhere of beef jerkey enclosed by a red circle with a red slash across it. Unlike the signs here at Chilean customs...3 large circles about 2.5 feet in diameter with the red slash through it. One for raw meat, one for cheese and...one with an apple...just like what Liz and Kim took from the hotel in Machu Picchu and packed in their luggage.

Wait! There's a red light flashing in the interrogation room, no...no...it's just a reflection off the one way window from the scanner, the very scanner we all put all our bags on. Why does that room have a one way window with the mirror side facing the outside...my side? 20 minutes later the door opens and the swine flu lady comes out, no tissue, no tears...she must be hard core criminal.

Crap...another flight must have landed cuz there are tons of people now having their luggage scanned...I can't see mi amigas criminalaras through the crowds!!! Thank goodness, the crowd got through pretty fast and mi amigas are still sitting there.

LIZ...LIZ! she's taken into the room...the door is kept open...a drug dog is hovering around Kim...these people are serious. Flight after flight comes through until I am distracted by a lady who is obviously upset as her luggage is scanned because she is rambling very rapido in spanish and then bursts into tears...she goes to sit next to Kim. Her friends sit next to me. 3 more flights come through before Liz emerges from the interrogation room, walking funny...she's got bad knees and I'm telling you all these stairs are killing us!

She does not look happy but solemn and is escorted by a customs agent as she passes by me saying nothing and looking straight ahead...off to a different place. Kim must have gone into the room cuz when I turned back around she was gone. What the frijoles?!???!!

I now resort to the behavior of watching a tennis match...left, right, left, right. Who will appear first? Liz or Kim?

Right...Liz shows up and is taking money out of an ATM machine, guard over her shoulder
Left...the door to the interrogation room is closed...oh KIM!!
Right...Liz seems to be having problems at the ATM
Left...door is still closed
Right...Liz walks past me with her agent and says with a low voice..."this is court, we are in court."

Where's my strawberries and cream like at Wimbledon? This is too much.

Kim comes out of the now courtroom and she too is escorted by an agent over to the ATM machine then back to the courtroom, she won't talk to me as she passes, she just shakes her head and looks down mad.

Both finally come out and according to the unswerving merciless drug busting, make that fruit busting judge, they could have been fined up to $4,500 US DOLLARS. He was only going to give them the minimum fine of $210 US Dollars. And he says it is essentially all because they lied on their customs form saying that they didn't have the fruit. The fruit which was collected into clear bags sealed and marked as evidence. Just 0ne of the many documents in spanish was a release document for the fruit to be incinerated each signed by Kim and Liz. Turns out the rapido speaking crying lady had a carrot...no telling how much she paid, we left for our hotel.

Match over, Chile customs wins and I FOR ONCE am innocent!