Land borders

Land borders are a strange concept, especially so when you live on an island and don’t have to deal with that kind of thing (no offence intended, but I’m not counting the Welsh and Scottish borders, which you can cross without even noticing).

How is it decided where these borders will be? Its a serious consideration; if you live near the chosen line, the language you speak, the money you use and whether or not your neighbours want you dead (in some instances) could all be factors.

Much of northern Europe has become like the UK’s internal borders – open, but I have crossed land borders several times this year and the degree of officialdom always amuses me; varying from a wave through to full on ‘out of the car and through a passport office’ – replete with a variety of stamps (usually the sign of self important officialdom). I also find it strange that whilst we are formalising our transit arrangements there are often locals going about their business around and about, with no care of the officialdom. There are sometimes residences in the hinterland (like the crossing today between Croatia and Montenegro), to whom do these folk pay their tax, or do they live in a government free ‘non state’ of bliss and freedom?

Had to stop typing; the Croatians decided they needed to go through the bus and stamp the passports – order restored, world peace ensured…

Oh well; all part of life’s rich pageant.

 

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