A NIGHT IN JAIL.
I always considered myself a pretty good kid and couldn’t see myself going to Jail, especially when abroad.
Four out of the seven states in the NE need permits and getting these is a nightmare of thick paperwork and slow processes. Not keen to wait around for weeks on end we thought we would just wing it. After getting rejected at the border of Arunachal Pradesh and being forced to sneak in by river we thought Nagaland would be the same deal. Get rejected then shimmy in.
But as we rolled over the Nagaland border we were not stopped nor confronted. Things started to feel strange when we checked into our hotel and were forced to pay in advance, something we had never done before but we went with it anyway. Once settling in the room we spy police cars outside the hotel and feeling invincible we joked about them coming for us.
BANG BANG, two heavy Hulk like thuds land on the door and we freak! The hotel has set us up! Ditching Smriti to answer the door us boys hide in the bathroom and listen in as Smriti tells the Police she is alone. We stand there dumb struck and scared. Slowly an officer pokes his head around the corner and for a second our eyes lock. He just stares at us and we just stare back, all frozen. He breaks the stare and yells to the others and we are ushered out into the crowded hotel room where 8 armed Police officers are going through our bags confiscating our laptops and cameras. At this point we soiled ourselves.
Over the next 12 hours we were arrested, processed and locked up for an uncomfortable mosquito ridden sleep on wooden benches. Luckily things worked out well for us, we made it out unscathed and we were only deported the next morning with a convoy of 11 police. From here on we wouldn’t try and get into a state illegally… at least until we hit Manipur.
Campbell “Handsome” Brown