"Go fish" comic

There is something about a barrier that excites the imagination, whether it be the cupboard in your parents bedroom, which you imagine to be the hiding place for the yet-to-be-wrapped christmas presents, or the the door ANYWHERE that says "no admittance" or is suspiciously always locked with no indication as to what is behind it, or even the "prize" you are aiming to win when playing the clowns at the show!!! But nothing excites the imagination more than the thought of entering a new country.
This is what we did on the weekend. We decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the United States of America for a bit of a nosey around in Washington State's own Point Roberts ; a slither of a piece of land that fell victim to the 49th parrallel - the marker indicating where Canada ends and The USA begins (it is on the US side).
Well, we set out early, imagining a day full of adventure, discovery and sight seeing. We could only imagine what lay in wait for us, as we had been promised by Ashley's work mates "that it was really worth going there for a look". It only took us 20 minutes to drive from our house to the Canada/USA border crossing at Tsawwassen. When we got there we were asked to pull over and go inside to fill out some forms. We paid our visa-waiver fee of $6 each to enter the country and were glad to hear that we could then enter and re-enter as many times as we liked within the next 90 days - "cool". As we filled in the forms, the immigration personnel discussed amongst themselves, what they thought we might do once we were in Point Roberts - "they are Aussies, they are probably going to the pub", they said, loud enough for us to hear. We brushed it off as a joke about our Australianess and went on our merry way, wondering what delights were about to be unleashed upon our eyes. Now what I will next describe will be very brief, so listen carefully. What we saw, experienced and delighted in was this.... a daggy and really boring looking casino; a deralict jetty; a marina full of boats but not a soul anywhere to be seen; and no shops, other than a half dozen service stations with no customers, although one oddly had a sign on the door saying "help wanted", "with what", I wondered , "help to escape"!!! The whole place looked deserted, unfacilitated and a bit neglected. It was a bit (ok more than a bit) disappointing, and it was then that we realised the immigration officers weren't laughing at our Australianess, they were laughing because we were going to Point Roberts to "check out the sights", as we had informed them when asked, "what is your business in Point Roberts today?"
After about an hour unsuccessfully driving around the entire area, hoping to find what was "worth the look", we declared "bugger this, lets go 'ome", and we did with a cheer, as we drove back over the border and onto Canadian soil.