Today we flew to Salvador. There are only two roads that travel to the airport from
After arriving at the airport, I put my bags on a free trolley and rolled it to the self check-in booths where a young woman kindly directed me to an open machine. With some assistance, I followed all of the steps and printed out my boarding pass. I then waited my turn to check my bag, where I was asked to present my identification. After an uneventful check-in process, in which I did not have to lug my bag to a separate scanning station, I prepared, passport in hand, to enter the security line.
Because there were only six people in line ahead of me, I did not have the opportunity to untie my sneakers before reaching the front. Once the person in front of me walked through the metal detector, I was signaled to the conveyor belt. A security officer asked me to take off my watch. That was it. No other requests to disrobe, so my socks remained clean and I did not have to worry about my shorts falling off, and my laptop never found its way out of my bag. Most amazingly, I brought my one and a half liter bottle of water through security and onto the plane. Through it all, I appeared foolish for holding my passport and boarding pass so dearly in my hand instead of one of my pockets.
While conscious of the potentially disastrous security breaches, I was amused by the ease and humanity of this Brazilian airport.
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