London Stansted humanity

Security at the airport is taken very seriously, indeed. After checking in our suitcases, we queued to get through security. My small backpack turned out to be too big and they sent me back to check it in. When I asked the woman if I could carry my wallet in my hand, she said no. I still don't understand why, I mean if you can carry a small bag, why couldn't you carry a wallet? However shocked I was, they are the security, and I see no point in arguing with them. So I took out my credit card and driving license from the wallet and put it into my passport and checked in my backpack. After I passed through security I realized that I had forgotten something in the wallet: my residence permit... Now, this might mean some complications when trying to enter Finland, because luggage recovery is AFTER passport control... At this point there was nothing I could do. I was just hoping that the Finnish customs have my record in the system that shows I do have a residence permit.

The boarding was not done through those tunnels that lead you directly to the plane door, but we had to walk to the plane and climb the stairs. And all of a sudden I had an idea: I walked up to one of the guys who was about to start loading the luggages onto the plane and explained to him that I desperately needed my wallet. I gave him my bag's check in number, explained what the bag looked like and he brought it to me. He didn't let me have it back, because it was checked in, I guess it's the procedure, but he let me take out my wallet, thus saving me some trouble. I am still moved by his kindness.

Luckily, I was also able to take my camera out, otherwise I couldn't have shared this moonrise with you.