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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I once went to SydneyOn aeroflot, which is a story in itself. However, I was going to visit my lovely partner who was working over there at the time, providing me with an excellent source of cheap long-haul holidays into the bargain. She'd asked me to bring over some clothes she couldn't fit into her original 20kg allowance.
At the time I looked like (and was) a right old hippy. So naturally I got pulled over at Aussie customs for a good going over. Mister customs man got me to open up my suitacase and behold - he managed to delve right into to all the ladies stuff and pull out delightfully bijou sundresses, underwear and various other feminine garments in front of all my fellow passengers who were being allowed to pass through unmolested. Had I not been completely jetlagged I might even have been embaressed.
On the return flight I had a didgeridoo poking out of my hand luggage, wrapped up and looking for all the world like a thinly disguised rocket launcher. Didn't get stopped once.
Moral? Ten years ago customs officers were more bothered about the possibility of someone toting round an eighth of hash than an RPG. My how things have changed!
(, Mon 6 Mar 2006, 13:52, Reply)
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