Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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SyriohnoDuring most people's year out on a language degree they spend a couple of months in a uni in Germany, or working as a language assistant in France. I study Arabic, and spent ten months in the axis of evil in the wonderful country known as Syria.
Cut to parental and sibling types visiting me. We visited Aleppo.
During our visit my brother bought a knife. 4-inch blade. Since this is the Middle East and not namby-pamby England it is made out of good quality Damascus steel. The kind that once you sharpen it, it stays pretty darn sharp. It's not a replica. With a 4-inch blade.
My dad has a beard and trims it with the kind of scissors you can buy from Boots.
Cut to check-in, Aleppo airport. We all have our hand luggage. My bro remembers his dangerous little knife sitting in his bag. Uh-oh. This is after September 11, pressure on Syria from the US and UN etc etc etc.
So we put our bags through the metal detector and it beeps. Security stop it and start to rummage round in our bags. My brother's worried. I tell him about that sign in the British embassy saying that there is nothing they can do if you break the law. They pull out....
My dad's beard scissors and make us put them in the hold. Everything else goes through fine.
Syrian Airlines: Knives Good, Scissors Bad!
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 18:05, Reply)
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