Every time I fly, I wear a suit. I say ‘a suit’, I mean ‘my suit’. I only have one. When I wear this suit I feel like a ‘pwoper businessman’, and I think the feeling of professionalism which I have in my gut is broadcasted on my subconcious radio station and interpreted by the Airport staff, who in turn give me absolutely no trouble.

Until this time.

Oytun: You don’t need to wear the suit! It doesn’t make a difference.
Oli: Really? It would save me space in my suitcase which I could use for bringing back…stuff.
Oytun: Do it.

Well I did it, and ten minutes after arriving at Shanghai’s PVG airport I was inside a small room, my suitcase unpacked and my smalls being investiagted by two annoyed looking Chinese policemen.

I was clearly cursed by my lack of suit, however the contents of the bag didn’t help either:






Green lantern!

The authorities, sadly, were not convinced by the safety of taking two gas powered cigarette box-cum-lighters onto the plane. I pleaded my case, but they refused to budge. I decided to bargain with them, but they decided against it, so in the end I just gave in to all of their demands.

Chinese Customs Guy: GIVE TO YOUR SHANGHAI FRIENDS!
Me: Hao de.

Sadly, I didn’t have any friends at the airport. In my grief at losing these great gifts, made a rash decision: to offer them to the altar of smoking and hope that they found a good home. Here’s hoping.

Sorry guys, no gifts. But it’s the thought that counts, right?! RIGHT?!?!

4 Comments


  1. I WANT IT I WANT IT I GONNA FLY TO CHINA TO GRAB IT!!


  2. hye Oli.. that’s the thing that you showed to me when we met in Shanghai!!!
    You should give me that day!! lolz….


  3. Pa, i’ve told u~!!!


  4. d1: I wish I’d given it to you then! Damn customs!
    barbie: I’m so ben dan! Next time I’ll listen to you~

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