Land Borders: Chaos, Costs & Character-Building
I’ve crossed many borders, but land crossings have a special kind of chaos, equal parts bureaucracy, culture shock, and sometimes comedy. From paying “virgin passport” fees in West Africa to having my underwear shaken out at a Gambian checkpoint, I’ve learned that no two land borders are ever the same. Whether it’s hungry kids stuck in a car between Qatar and Saudi, or flexing through a gate with “European” Arabs suddenly fluent in Arabic, every crossing teaches patience, and sometimes, pure surrender. This is the story of how I’ve survived them all… and why I still trust God for grace at every gate.