Try getting into Malaysia, on a boat from Singapore, carrying a Dutch passport.
The Customs/Passport people (no real disitinction, apparently) board the ship, and check people one-by-one before they let them off.
So when it was my turn, I put down my bag, and handed over my passport. Upon seeing my counry of origin, the immigration officer’s eyes widened.
“Where ah drogs?”, he demanded.
I asked him to repeat that, upon which it became apparent that the gentleman in question was convinced I was carrying drugs. Remember: I just came from Singa “one joint and we’ll hang you” pore. I told him I didn’t have any drugs.
“Yes. Yes you hav drogs. Dog sniffed your bag.”
The trusty German shepherd had in fact been sleeping on the back deck of the boat all along, and hadn’t been near my bag.
“Look, just search my bag, I assure there’s nothing suspect in there”, I told him.
Upon which mr Asshole and his colleague scrutinized my bag to the very last detail. When they found a pack of paracetamol, they were glowing with triumph. “A-HA!! This drogs. This XTC”.
I sighed, and explained paracetamol was an over-the-counter painkiller for headaches. Nothing illegal about it.
“But you can’t buy here. Can’t bring here. Dog sniffed it”
“Well, keep the damn box, then”, I said. I wasn’t gonna waste any more time over a $3 box of painkillers.
They confiscated it, and let me through.
Pretty mild, compared to the rest of the stories here, but I’ve learned what sort of stereotypes my nationality triggers within the lowly educated border guards of the world.