HERE ARE THE TEST RESULTS:
http://www.stargateinternational.org/neo-doves-report.pdf
OK I will tell you guys a true story.
I once flew into Australia carrying something interesting. I have been stopped coming in before and dragged through all the dramas so thought it prudent ot go to them.
I live in the North Island, have travelled to the South Island and the West Island before and through europe, america and asia I understand you have to be careful when travelling.
"I travel al lot all over the place and never know what sort of country it is I'm going to," I explained to the mature smiling Australian gentleman at Brisbane Airport Customs, "some places all the officials are corrupt and try to steal from you. Anyway here are my bags, I don't know your laws, I don't want to get in any trouble though. I carry lots of supplements."
The guy assures me that Australia is a friendly place where I am unlikely to be robbed or extorted and pulls out my litre bottle of 1,4 Butanediol. "We've been told to look out for this stuff," he said.
"Um, well that's mine and I can understand if you want some of it, but I own it and I don't really want to give it to you, it's a gift, I'm looking forward to seeing my girlfriend here, your girls are so hot you know."
"I'm going to take it off you.."
"Um, hang on, I feel like this is a trick or I'm being robbed here, are you sure you are empowered to take that off me without paying for it, woudl you mind showing me where it is written, just it's a bad way to start my trip to what I thought was a nice country and it looks corrupt already."
The guy reaches under the table and pulls out this book and starts looking through all the prohibited goods, I give him about half a dozen synonyms and together we scan through everywhere and neither of us can find it.
"OK, well if it is all the same, if you aren't empowered to take it off me, I'd just as soon keep it if you don't mind."
"Well OK sir" and he gives it back, I start packing my bags thinking, "Yeah Australia isn't totalitarian, no wonder they call it Surfer's Paradise."
At that point this overbearing woman who I didn't find attractive appeared from nowhere, she had obviously been electronically eavesdropping on our conversation.
She storms up and snatches the bottle and explains that under some customs legislation that I can't recall now they can seize anything they want off me and they can strip and caviy search me if they want to as well.
"Holy Shit, you want to sexually violate me over a bottle of G, now I know what sort of country I am in. Fuck do you want my wallet as well. I started dumping wallet and watch and stuff up on the counter, like somebody in a holdup that doesn't want to die - things had gone real nasty real fast"
Anyway, after some simple de-escalation talks the guy assured me that I had not been robbed, they didn't want my wallet, they just didn't want the G on their turf, which I understand, we have"G FREE" gigs over here as well sometimes, hell nowadays I don't like G at my house after cleaning up so much after people, it's so hard to handle it properly.
I explained that I would need to pick it up on the way back home though, and they gave me a receipt like when you go to coat check.
As it happened, I really liked the sunshine and the girls and the gear in Australia and I ended up staying for ages.
I rang up the phone number on the coat check receipt and kept asking whether they had found anything about 14B in their laws and if I could come and get my stuff.
After 6 weeks they said I could come and get it, but they wouldn't courier it, I had to go all the way to Brisbane airport. Funny enough the bottle hadn't been opened, they didn't drink any.
Never mind, at least I didn't get molested.
Rock on Australia
Hope that helps.
