Dr. Kizomba | Travel Blog | Cincinnati
On another note. I got magically randomly selected again. They just started to strip me, put me in the machine, laughed and told me I was lucky to be selected. I thought it was over, but nope. They opened my bags and asked me to take off my cell phone case. You know, knowing at the airport and immigration, that’s a no man’s land, I just decided to behave and not say a word. Weeeeell, yeah, I lied. I said a few words. But in a very very very funny direction. So here I am still in the line, waiting to see US customs.