I haven’t a diplomatic bone in my body!
To clarify, a little, if one travels constantly the several months which it can take to renew a passport or the several weeks to be granted a visa or, historically, the presence of one stamp in a passport being an issue in another country; permit multiple passports (at least, in the UK) . Specifically these are not ‘copies’ of a passport; they are totally separate travel documents - thus, the EU for example, do not know that my two passports are owned by the same person.
Anyway - the drug dog.
After a long day of international flight, extended immigration; missing baggage and generally short temper; whilst trying to exit O’Hare I stumbled on a down-escalator and fell on a drug-dog. It was a spaniel and its owner was tall and mirror-shaded. And armed.
Within seconds sufficient men-with-guns arrived to have invaded a small African country.
I’ve had better days.
I think that I have also told my Swiss border story before but in a similar vein and to complete my prior post on this thread.
Some years ago I attended a conference in Corfu and then went on to visit a friend in Portugal.
My return to ANZ entailed a bus journey from Vila Real to Oporto, a flight from Oporto to Lisbon where I picked up my international flight that went from Lisbon, Zurich, Dubái, Bali, Melbourne to Auckland! Around 43 hours counting the delay in Dubai.
Anyway, I entered Greece using my UK passport and it wasn't stamped. In Lisbon, on my return, I duly presented my UK passport to the Emirates check in. After studying it hard I was told that I could not board the flight because I didn't have a Visa for ANZ and so I whipped out my ANZ passport to show that I didn't need a visa and got told off for presenting my UK passport and was told to use my ANZ one. No problem.
My friends in Portugal had loaded me up with presents when I left including half a dozen bottles of expensive Port. I told my friends that this would be a problem for me when I got home, paying the duty and so I convinced them to help me drink two of them before I left (not the same day).
This helped a little but still represented quite a bit of extra weight and I didn't want to pay excess baggage charges and knowing that it would be Winter when I got back to ANZ I put on lots of layers of clothes with a long overcoat on last to cover everything.
It also helps to know that I have a darkisk complexion and a long beard.
So, I get to immigration in Zurich (exit from Schengen) and hand over my ANZ passport as I was told and leant on the counter as I waited for the officer to examine my passport.
I see him going through it page by page, twice, and then he looks up at me and asks me when I entered Schengen. I tell him 5 weeks prior and he asks me where I entered and I tell him Athens. He again looks through my passport and I can see from his facial expression that something is definitely wrong.
I finally click that he has been looking for my entry stamp and so just as he starts looking back up at me I step back from the counter and go to put my hand inside my bulky overcoat so that I can reach my UK passport to show him.
Quick as a flash he steps back and in one movement raises his Uzi (or whatever submachine gun that he is armed with) and has it pointed at my chest with his hand on the trigger.
It is interesting how much detail one notices in such moments.
He doesn't say anything but I instinctively stop all movement with my hand mid-movement. All the other passengers behind me scatter and it is absolutely quiet.
We stand like this for a couple of seconds and then I feel the urge to break the deadlock and so in a quiet, calm and clear voice I say.
"I have dual UK and ANZ citizenship. I used my UK passport to enter Greece and that is why you can't find an entry stamp in my ANZ passport. My UK passport is inside my coat. If you will permit me to move I will put my hand into my coat and get out my UK passport. Is that okay?" Still without moving.
He looked at me for a while and then nodded but kept his gun pointed at me with his finger on the trigger. Gingerly, using only the tips of my fingers I reached into my coat and pulled out my UK passport.
At this point he relaxed, put away his gun and motioned me forward. I gave him my passport and after examining it he handed it back and said "it would have been much easier if you had given me this passport to start with".
I did eventually get home although I had another run in with Australian border control but that didn't involve anyone pointing a gun at me from 3 metres away and so was merely annoying.