In Nepal I met a Swedish backpacker that had bought a huge bag of weed. He was taking a domestic flight and it never occurred to him that they might check his luggage there also, so he had casually packed the weed at the very top of his carry-on luggage. He landed in Kathmandu and was singled out for inspection.
The inspector opened his carry-on and took out the huge bag of weed. He then continued to empty out the guy’s pullover, t-shirt, sunglasses, guide book and water bottle. At the very bottom of the bag he found a neatly tied plastic bag with a couple of used batteries. The inspector took the bag, turned to the guy, demonstratively waved the batteries at him and scolded him:
– Certainly you know that you are not allowed to have batteries on the plane? You can’t just have them lying around like that!
– They were worn out and I couldn’t find a recycling station, the Swede excused himself.
– That makes absolutely no difference! You never, ever fly with batteries. I never want to see you do something that stupid again! Got it?
The irritated inspector confiscated the batteries and then packed the guys bag again. The water bottle, guide book, sunglasses, t-shirt, pullover and last the huge bag of weed. He zipped up the carry-on and with a frown pushed it over to the Swede.
– Go. Just go.