Well, in the name of consistency, I have to give Australian airport security a thumbs up.
The last time I flew into and within the merry ol’ land of Oz, I was stopped twice for “randomly selected” pat downs and bag swipes, while my (much whiter) friends never happened to get so lucky.
Well, I was in luck again this time around! I got to read an Australian Government blurb about my rights as an air passenger and consent to additional random screening. Such fun it was.
It’s funny to me that profiling techniques can only work against someone in the realm of “increasing international security.” I mean, I was wearing new business casual Lacoste and carrying a pair of nice bags, but clearly I scored no points against having recently darkened skin, black hair, and traveling alone.
But my time in Australia has always been a gem, so perhaps I should just resign myself to the luck of the draw as a consequence of visiting a good land and a good people. Off to Hong Kong today; highlights to come.