The serbian customs officer, following his infallible nose,
after he discovered the colour of our underpants, spent almost
one hour searching in every little hole of our van, without
find something interesting to him. And at the end he had to
let us go with a black cloud over his head.
(The Macedonian customs officer having a look inside the van.)
– Do you have narcotics?
– Why Why?
– In Macedonia are cheaper, you have to buy it!
– Enjoy your trip.