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They'll be bickering over the cleanliness of a piece of fruit next! "I told you that pear was washed!"

Tip offs are rampant in these cases, no doubt. But they can also have dogs alerting to bags, they can put dogs on the travelators as they're being moved, and they have people looking at scanning cameras for suspicious bags. Those airport shows show them catching some bags that way. Though, those shows obviously aren't going to own up to tip offs.

They had them before and closed them, are they really missed? Just go without, it'll do you some good.

This would definitely work and be easy to police.

At first, they thought he was just pleased to see them, but it turned out it was a snake in his pants.

It looks like someone is standing behind him, taking his photo. That isn't normal.

Staying in Blighty.

They were already taking photos of him checking in, and about to go through baggage check. A tip off, perhaps.

71, he's poised to live out the rest of his days with zero privacy or comfort ever again.

Going through Vietnam immigration is a formality. A stress-free, even welcoming experience. Going through Thai immigration is like waiting in line for a rectal examination. A cold, hostile experience. But Thai culture is relaxing, polite and considerate. Very easy to live in. Vietnamese culture I find hard to put up with for long periods. Vietnamese people seem to exist in a world where only their experience matters. If it isn't negatively affecting them, it isn't happening at all. This seems to be changing among the younger Vietnamese, but it's still in the general culture. They aren't deliberately rude, it just seems like the concept of being considerate of others doesn't exist. Bunking queues, littering, being noisy at 2am or 5am, any time whatsoever. The experience of the people trying to sleep on the same floor isn't a concept, they will shout down hallways at 5am, bang doors, make all the noise they like. I stayed in a hotel once and woke up at 6am with staff scraping paint off the skirting board in the hallway, there's no way anyone on the floor could have slept through it. On a number of occasions, different hotels, different cities, different years. I've been woken up by staff seeming to have a jovial staff meeting, at 6am. Full of laughs and conversation. Not a thought given to the fact people are trying to sleep. There's a lot to like about Vietnam, but I could never call it home, after a while, I need to get out of the place. And when I arrive back in Thailand, I breathe a sigh of relief, but not until I'm finished having my ass examined by the b!tch at immigration.

Like one of those, "coke, weed, speed, E's?" guys you get in European cities.

Who would have thought you can't bring those on a plane?

Legal action? Do one!

The dumbest immigration policy of any country I've heard in quite a while.

I suspect Mr. J is telling some porkies.