We came home, and life quickly went back to normal. Séamus was tracking the bikes and let us know when they'd be home.
They were flown to Germany and then came by truck to Ireland. But there was a truck strike that delayed them for a week or so.
Eventually, they were in Dublin Airport but we'd no idea where. Séamus rang around and found them about 4 days after they arrived. I was free to go out to clear them through customs but kev would have to come out with the van to actually collect them.
The storage guys were lovely, handed me the paperwork and pointed me in the duration of the customs office.
I had to get the paperwork stamped and drop it back to the warehouse so kev could pick up the crate.
I arrived to the customs office and handed in the papers. The woman had a look, asked some questions and said that the man who 'knew how to do this' wasn't there right now and I'd have to wait half an hour for him to get back. There was no one else waiting, no room full of officials working busily. One guy, in the whole of Dublin Airport, who 'knew how to do it'.
I sat down and waited, another woman came out and said that because I'd used an agent to ship them out, I'd have to have one to ship them back. Séamus had already talked to the agent who'd shipped the bikes out and he said there was no need to use him as it was a straightforward process! He said there was nothing for him to do.
I told her this, she looked confused and walked away.
Eventually, Pete came out. He was probably the rudest, most arrogant man I've met in a long time. Most unhelpful. But, because I was dealing with a civil servant and he could make it as easy or hard as he wanted, I didn't lose the head.
He said that he had to do a visual inspection, he wasn't sure when he'd do it, but that I could ring later and see if it was done, and if not then I could ring a little later again and see!
I went back down to the guys in the warehouse to tell them that I had no paperwork to drop in as customs wanted to do a visual inspection.
He threw his eyes up to heaven and said to his mates in the back that 'customs are at it again, delaying people because they can.'
It's outrageous really that we had trouble with customs bringing our own bikes into our own country.
The visual inspection was done and we got the green light to go pick the crate up
Séamus and Jim came up that weekend to pick up their bikes.
Til the next time guys
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They were flown to Germany and then came by truck to Ireland. But there was a truck strike that delayed them for a week or so.
Eventually, they were in Dublin Airport but we'd no idea where. Séamus rang around and found them about 4 days after they arrived. I was free to go out to clear them through customs but kev would have to come out with the van to actually collect them.
The storage guys were lovely, handed me the paperwork and pointed me in the duration of the customs office.
I had to get the paperwork stamped and drop it back to the warehouse so kev could pick up the crate.
I arrived to the customs office and handed in the papers. The woman had a look, asked some questions and said that the man who 'knew how to do this' wasn't there right now and I'd have to wait half an hour for him to get back. There was no one else waiting, no room full of officials working busily. One guy, in the whole of Dublin Airport, who 'knew how to do it'.
I sat down and waited, another woman came out and said that because I'd used an agent to ship them out, I'd have to have one to ship them back. Séamus had already talked to the agent who'd shipped the bikes out and he said there was no need to use him as it was a straightforward process! He said there was nothing for him to do.
I told her this, she looked confused and walked away.
Eventually, Pete came out. He was probably the rudest, most arrogant man I've met in a long time. Most unhelpful. But, because I was dealing with a civil servant and he could make it as easy or hard as he wanted, I didn't lose the head.
He said that he had to do a visual inspection, he wasn't sure when he'd do it, but that I could ring later and see if it was done, and if not then I could ring a little later again and see!
I went back down to the guys in the warehouse to tell them that I had no paperwork to drop in as customs wanted to do a visual inspection.
He threw his eyes up to heaven and said to his mates in the back that 'customs are at it again, delaying people because they can.'
It's outrageous really that we had trouble with customs bringing our own bikes into our own country.
The visual inspection was done and we got the green light to go pick the crate up
Séamus and Jim came up that weekend to pick up their bikes.
Til the next time guys
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