I don't mind hugging it up with a man but not usually a total stranger and certainly not a government official at the airport arrival gate in a foreign country.

In a variation on Stockholm syndrome that's what I did in a crowded, stuffy arrivals hall at Denpasar Airport in Bali just before Christmas.

The immigration official had inflicted torment for the preceding two hours — which seemed like 20 — due to a passport problem.

First things first — I'm totally to blame for allowing my passport not to have the required six months before expiry in order to

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