lock plastic bags
When traveling in or out of the country, the Pandora Bracelets first thing to remember is: Do Not Argue With Customs.
So, when I found myself confronted with a problem going through customs in an as yet unnamed South American Country, I stayed calm in the face of apparent imbecility.
It seems an overly officious armed officer asked me, after I’d snaked my way through a long line, if I had my liquids in a plastic bag. I replied I do, and proudly pulled out a plastic one gallon kitchen bag containing travel sized mouthwash, toothpaste, deodorant and eye wash. Afterall, I’m a seasoned traveler with hundreds of thousands of miles on that bag. I was prepared.
my travel worn plastic bag with liquids for customs
He held the plastic bag up disparagingly and motioned for another officer to show me a “proper” bag a zip lock plastic bag! Apparently the zip lock feature keeps passengers safer than a twist tie. There was nothing I could do about it. They would not give me the bag they had. I could not go through with the one I had. I was instructed to go back out through the long line and get aproper zip lock plastic bag.
I’d already made my first mistake, but didn’t know it yet. Before going through the metal detector I always empty my pockets into the zippered pocket of my carryon. I left my carryons on the counter and struggled through the throng to the exit. Near where the Departing Tax gets paid is a small kiosk that sells candies and plastic bags. My money was in my suitcase on the other side of that mob! So was my passport, airline ticket everything!
After waiting on line, I convinced the lady running the booth to give me a bag, assuring her I would return with money. Trust is a beautiful thing. Also, I was a silver haired, pleasant looking gentleman in a sport jacket and slacks. I know how to represent. I raced back through the by now impatient with me crowd and handed the zip lock plastic bag to the guard. He dropped it on my open suitcase and told me to put my liquids in it. Before I did that, to his consternation and the total disbelief of everyone waiting beh Pandora Bracelets ind me, I rummaged through the bag, grabbed some bills and raced back out through that restive line.
The plastic bags were 50 centavos (about 25 cents) each. I had no change, the wrong currency and no time to spare there was a mob to face and a plane to catch, not to mention a cross customs agent. I gave her a dollar bill and told her to keep the change. When I got back to my carryons everything had been taken out and left on the table, but a quick check showed me it was all still there. I repacked, and just as I was ready to walk through the metal detector, the poor bastard behind me got the same run aroun Pandora Bracelets d!
I quickly explained to him what he had to do, reminded him to take money, and pointed him in the right direction. I regretted not taking more zip lock plastic bags instead of leaving the change, so that my fellow travelers could be spared what I’d just gone through.
The wrong way and the right way
Oddly enough, after I didn’t set off the metal detector, I was wanded anyway, and frisked, and my suitcase was emptied and searched again. That happened again at Pandora Bracelets the gate. I don’t know if I was being profiled, or they had a tip, or just a hair out of place, but now that I think about it the fellow behind me was a silver haired, pleasant looking gentleman in a sport jacket and slacks, too. Next time I travel it’s as a tourist in flipflops, a gimme cap, and a statement T shirt!