Todays steken it to the man
Me and a mate went to the white party in Hasselt in Belgium. We flew into Amsterdam and had a night there first.
We met up with a few people I know from over there and we got a few of the things people usually take to a rave and had a mad one in the dam.
I told my mate that I'd get the things if he carried them across customs into Belgium. He agreed, he was nervous as fck though.
We got the train the next day.
On the day I told him that they had body scanners and you had to put it in tin foil so they didn't pick it up. He dutifully placed our gear in his special place.
For the next two hours he wriggled like mad all over the train and then walked through Brussels Centraal like Freddy mercury on a catwalk.
Only when we got outside and seen the bus station it dawned on him that he'd sat on a train for two hours and walked through a train station with a big ball of tin foil up his arse for no reason.
There's no border crossings from Holland to Belgium.