Adventures at London Luton
Continuing on my journey home, once again I was asked to step into the full-body scanner. This time I was certain that I didn’t want to use it, I was so angry last time that I had been forced into it that I actually threw up.
It wasn’t until I was in tears and asking them to take my bags off the plane, planning to take the train instead, that they gave me the manual pat-down.
“Voluntary” apparently has a different meaning to the one I’m familiar with here.
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