Our sailing has been much like that trail. Upon arrival in each port, prior permission having been obtained of course, we are invaded by a horde of uniformed officials. Customs agents, yet again, have us fill out a pile of forms, inspect our medical kit, and take photos of the boat. They then move over to allow the multiple representatives of the Coast Guard to do the same, and on some days the Police send representatives to, as one explained, "photograph this situation." The Port Captain, apparently low in the pecking order, usually comes last. Animal Quarantine officers drove for three hours from Kochi to spring a surprise inspection of that wily bandito, Halifax Of The North.