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6 Things I Learned From Getting Deported

By Monkeys And Mountains Adventure @Laurel_Robbins

6 Things I Learned From Getting Deported

I was deported, thankfully it was not recently and not from Germany where I’m now living.  It happened over ten years ago.  I had just finished university and I had turned down three solid job offers to “go teach English somewhere.”  My mother was less than impressed with this rather vague plan which soon found me in Taegu, South Korea on the recommendation of a professor’s former student who was looking for a replacement teacher.

Getting deported was the scariest experience I have ever had while traveling, but I did learn a few things from getting deported:

Lesson #1 Learned from Getting Deported:  There’s no Such Thing as a “sort of legal” Visa In the eyes of immigration and the law, you either have a valid visa or you don’t.  In order to teach English in S. Korea you must possess a university degree in any subject.  I had this, but would not receive my actual degree, the piece of paper they hand out at convocation in May and I was to start teaching English in January.  In the intern the university had written a letter stating that I had completed all of my course work and would be receiving my actual degree in May.  My predecessor who spoke some Korean with my soon to be Korean boss who spoke no English cleared this with him and said it was “close enough.”  After arriving in South Korea and trying to make my visa legal, I was told that the actual degree needed to obtain the necessary visa, but not to worry, my boss would just throw some money at Immigration and all would be good.  At this point, I was thinking “Wow, corruption can be a good thing.”  Those words would come back to haunt me.

Lesson #2 Learned From Getting Deported:  Immigration Officers are Not Welcome Visitors Flash forward a few months later and to find an Immigration Official paying me a personal visit to my school just as I was about to start a class. I was told to come to the Immigration Office the following day with my boss.  I didn’t understand the conversation that took place as it happened in Korean, but the message was passed on to me later that day through my Korean roommate who excitedly told me that I wasn’t being deported.  “That’s great,” I said, relieved.  Then she informed me of the  “small condition” that had to be met to keep me from being deported.  I had to sleep with my  much older Korean boss who was so short he barely came to my shoulder.  If I slept with him, my visa problems would simply disappear.  If I didn’t sleep with him, then my visa issues couldn’t be sorted out, I would be deported immediately, but would first have to pay a large fine.  I was outraged at the corruption (it turned out he had friends in the Immigration office).

Lesson #3 Learned From Getting Deported:  The Embassy is Not Always Willing to Help. I immediately called the Canadian Embassy or tried too.  It took me 3 days of trying before I actually reached a person.  Then I was informed that since there is no such thing as a “sort of legal” visa, the Embassy wasn’t in a position to help me and that it was my choice whether I slept with my boss or not.  (For the record, I didn’t, nor did I even remotely consider it!).  She then reassured me that if I did go to jail to call the Embassy back and they would try to help at that point.  Gee thanks.

getting deported south korea cherry blossoms

At least I got to see the cherry blossoms before being deported.

Lesson #4 Learned From Getting Deported:  I Now Know What Happens When A “Bad” Passport is Scanned.  After evaluating my now diminishing options and on the recommendations of some expat friends who previously had friends in similar situations I decided it was best just to try and escape S. Korea to avoid paying the fine which was several thousand dollars.  At that point, I had heard from multiple sources that the Taegu Immigration Office was inefficient at reporting “persons of interest” to the powers that be and that my chances of leaving undetected through the Seoul Airport would be good.  I have never been so nervous in my life waiting in the immigration line hoping to make my flight to Thailand.  As the Immigration Officer scanned my passport I avoided making eye contact, hoping he wouldn’t notice my sweaty palms.  Suddenly a red light started blinking and I was surrounded by 3 Immigration Officials who sprang out of nowhere.  As I was escorted through the very busy security line I heard rumblings from other passengers, speculating what this fresh faced early 20 something had done to get in so much trouble.   The consensus was that it had to be drugs to which I angrily shouted “It wasn’t drugs, I didn’t have sex with my boss.” to the shocked passengers.  Admittedly it wasn’t my finest moment but I was  petrified that I was about to be thrown into a S. Korean jail never to be seen again.     I waited impatiently to find out what was going to happen to me and was informed that I needed to go back to the Immigration Office in Taegu, on my own dollar.  For some reason unbeknown to me the immigration office in Seoul wouldn’t suffice.  I thought this was ridiculous and didn’t understand the logic, but once again the Canadian Embassy was no help so I was left with no other option but to return to the Taegu Immigration Office.

Lesson #5 Learned From Getting Deported:  Sometimes Throwing Money at the Problem is the Best Solution. Upon arriving at the Immigration Office in Taegu I was greeted with cheers and laughter.  I was poked and jeered at by almost every single person I passed on the way to my appointed Immigration Officer who I knew quite well by this point.  I waited nervously for some time and having no fingernails left to chew,  turned my head to the small TV screen that  held the captive attention of several Immigration Officers assuming they were watching  soccer.   As I turned my head to the small screen,  I was shocked to see two men dressed in immigration uniforms beating what I’m assuming were three illegal immigrants in what looked like a dark dingy jail cell.  I was equally mortified and petrified.  I had heard stories of female expats being deported, but after being gang raped by Immigration Officials.   Now that I had seen abuse by Immigration officials with my own eyes, I began to realize that perhaps these stories were more than the urban legend I had hoped they were.    I immediately changed my strategy and decided to throw whatever money the Immigration Official demanded to try and avoid a similar fate.

Upon meeting with the Immigration Official he mocked me for several minutes, and smirking while he asked me if I had enjoyed my trip.  It would have been funny under other circumstances.  After all  this, he reminded me that my visa problems would disappear if I became “friendlier” with my boss.  He looked genuinely surprised when I told him that I was not a “friendly kind of girl” and that I would accept the deportation that awaited me and pay the fine.   The Immigration Official told me that he could deport me for up to five years but in imperfect English informed me “You are woman, but like man, you are strong.  You not cry like other women do.  I like you so I only deport you for one year, then you come back to S. Korea.”  At this point I didn’t think it was an appropriate time to tell him what I really thought about his country so I politely thanked him and paid up, sad that virtually all of my savings save for several hundred dollars would likely be boozed away, but immensely relieved at the same time when I considered the alternative.

Lesson #6 Learned From Getting Deported: Having a “Deported” Stamp in Your Passport Makes for Lots of Questions When Traveling to Other Countries. And so after all that, I uneventfully left S. Korea for Thailand, never to return.  I have never been more relieved to get on a flight in my life!  But the “deported” stamp in my passport always (and understandably) followed me, resulted in further questioning from Immigration Officials when traveling to other countries, who also suspected I was deported on a drug charge, never believing me when I told them the truth.  But really who could blame them? 

Afterword: I was young and naive when I went to S. Korea (it was the first country I had ever been to besides Canada and the U.S.A.).  I have since wised up but wanted to share this experience with others who are considering living abroad as a cautionary tale of the importance of having a proper visa in place.

I also know many expats who teach English in S. Korea and who have a very positive experience so I am not saying “don’t go to S. Korea,” I am simply sharing my experience of what happened to me and strongly recommending that you have the proper paperwork in place.

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