Surviving Immigration: My Horror Story from the Philippines to Bali

They handed me a form, stating it was for documentation purposes only. I had to provide detailed information about who I was traveling with and whether they were my sponsor. The questions they asked were personal, from how long I'd been dating John to whether my family knew about our international trip. The key was to be honest and truthful in your responses. It was nerve-wracking, especially with the intimidating officers, but honesty is the best policy.
I couldn't help but reflect on my childhood experiences of always getting stuck in immigration booths when traveling with my family. It seemed like every airport immigration officer had it out for me. However, this time, we made it through, and here we were in Indonesia.