One day soon, the dust will settle on the Schapelle Corby case and the truth/facts, uncoloured by the heat of emotion and anger, will come out. We will be surprised to learn things that we should have known earlier and will probably feel betrayed and cheated by the "poor" service done to the story at the time by the dreaded media. There will always be a belief that the Australian Government could have done more to assist, or that if somebody had looked harder some evidence would have been found that could have got her off. Yeah right.
For now Schapelle has little to look forward to, other than an appeal which I predict will be fruitless. Her case is piss-weak, unless her defence counsel can produce a baggage handler prepared to confess all in front of an Indonesian judge. Her best option is to swallow her pride and to beg the Indonesian President for forgiveness. Yes, that may be seen as an admission of guilt. But given a choice between Bali and Brisbane, I know my preference! Otherwise she will be forgotten by the enraged Australians almost immediately the triggers have been pulled on the Bali Nine; to emerge again in 20 years time on the cover of Woman's Day and New Idea.
International travel is risky. It always has been. Given heightened tensions since September 11 (I always have to remind myself it's not November 9, bloody Americans), travel is riskier now than it has been for many years. Border agencies everywhere generally try to do the right thing by the travelling public but you can make life extremely difficult for yourself (and others travelling with you) if you piss them off. But if you obey the laws and regulations and take zealous efforts to protect yourself and your possessions, and are friendly, respectful and courteous, you should be OK.
And enough of the talk about busting padlocks, etc. Yes, it is entirely possible that there lurks a fudpucker baggage handler with an oxyacetylene plant and a universal key. But I suspect his prowess and commitment to tampering with Louis Vuitton is much overestimated by the more paranoid amongst us.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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