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Cindy
Oddly enough, both coming and going our bus had 1 each person that was refused entrance (Canada & ths USA).
As far as you tight connection, ignore it. That bus is there solely for the people transfering from the Empire Builder to Vancouver. It will not leave without you. (Assuming you go to the bus in a reasonable amount of time after de-training) They usually park to the left and in front of the Seattle station (as you get off the train).
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Originally posted by mikesmith:
When we arrived at the border, everyone had to take their bags from the bus, through customs, then back to the bus (both ways).
Are there any carts available at the border crossing? I will be travelling with lots of luggage and a three year-old.
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Cindy
I am also wondering how customs works if one takes the Cascades train instead of the bus. (I'm not sure Cindy's schedule will allow the Cascades alternative, however.)
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My best guess is that a woman traveling with a three year old won't have to worry about luggage, especially if you have a "I need some help" expression.
I'd recommend standing in the middle of your pile of luggage, looking at your 3 year old, then looking at your luggage. A solution will materialize. :-)
Don't worry about it. Enjoy your trip.
As I recall, the customs official went through most of my luggage until, in the course of our conversation, it came up that I was from Albuquerque. Turns out he was also from New Mexico and that seemed to make me somewhat less of a suspicious person.
My real problem occurred when I was going from Seattle to Vancouver via the bus. My connections were tight because I had to get on a cruise ship the next day. Regrettably, I had sampled a bit of the Cabernet on the Coast Starlight prior to detraining and the Canadian bus driver accused me of being drunk. For a few tense minutes I thought I was not going to be able to get on the bus. Fortunately he backed off and in time we became the best of friends.
We then had to carry our luggage into the building and stand in line and answer all sorts of questions posed to us by some very severe looking officials. Although I had nothing to hide, I remember feeling guilty about having a bag of peanuts in my pocket and gulped down a large volume of them and threw out the rest. This action probably worked against me because I was singled out and a motherly-looking agent went through every inch of my luggage.
I stumbled on my words, I stammered, I just could not get the information out correctly. Finally I said, "Look, I've got to be on a cruise ship tomorrow with my 86-year-old mother. Do you want to see the ticket?"
She wanted to see the ticket. Only after seeing the ticket did she let me get back on the bus. As we were driving away, somebody on the bus realized that she had left her passport at Customs and you better believe that the bus driver was not going to turn around. Looking back, I must admit it was a pretty tense affair getting into Canada.
Getting back to the US on the train was also a bit tense. The customs guards were bickering at each other and one of them looked like he hadn't had a shave in days. And the German Shepard they brought through the train was really scary.