Snagging a Security Guard

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We're not looking forward to the more than twenty hours between the time we leave the apartment and arrive at our Hong Kong hotel. We bid farewell to our cosy little lodgings, and catch the water bus to Piazzale Roma and then the bus to the airport. There's a very tearful young Italian girl in the security queue in front of us bidding sad farewells to her boyfriend and two other friends. The boyfriend keeps sneaking along the queue to steal a final kiss. Other people in the queue egg him on. One final kiss becomes several spread out over about twenty minutes, which only seems to be making things harder for the poor girl. She smiles bravely whenever she turns around to look at her friends, but then can't stop sobbing when she knows they can't see her face. Issy hates going through security. Her artificial hip sets off the scanners every time, and someone then needs to frisk her. The lady who frisks her this time is wearing a bracelet, and it snags in Issy's top. It takes her quite a few minutes to unsnag it, and she's then too embarrassed to complete the frisk. I hope no terrorists on the lookout for security loopholes are reading this.

The plane to Dubai is only about a third full. We have two of the four middle seats and the other two are empty, so Issy lies down across three of the seats and tries to sleep. She tells me that she didn't manage to sleep at all, and is then a tad surprised when I tell her that her snoring kept the whole plane awake. She hits me. I should have expected that.

As soon as we get off we go through another security check. We went through one of these immediately before we left Venice, so they must think that we've managed to pick up some explosives while we were in midair. Issy gets frisked again. At most airports they do this in public, so at least in conservative Dubai they take her into a frisking room. The gate for our flight to Hong Kong seems to approximately a four and a half kilometre hike from the gate that we landed at, and we're grateful for the four hours we've got until it leaves.

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Photos

Venice airport
We struggled to understand this sign. I could think of much better things to do with our money than put it in a rubbish bin.

Comments

[COG]

your blog headings are very good Dave.