You know how it is. You're checking into your flight, after queuing up for half an hour to get to the desk, and the clerk says (very rapidly)
"How many items of hand luggage? Please make sure that it doesn't contain any nail files, scissors, knives, blow pipes, spears, matches.......".
Whoa, did she just say
"blow pipes" and
"spears"? Well, at least you know you're not in England any more! I don't ever remember being asked that at Heathrow! I took a photo of the warning sign, just to prove that I'm not making it up (bad quality, but you can see the Borneo-style spear real nice). As I got on the plane, I glanced down the aisle, just to see if I could see a guy in a loin cloth looking for something else to hold onto! And then I remembered that there's no in-flight meal on Air Asia. Didn't they used to be head hunters until 20 years ago? What happens if somebody gets peckish? Golly, I think I'll choose a window seat rather than the aisle this time.
The flight thereafter was quite relaxing. A great sunset over Mt Kinabalu, as it popped its head above the top of the clouds. Somewhere down there, crowds of intrepid backpackers are getting their heads down, waiting for the 2am alarm call to start walking to the top for dawn. Makes me feel like a wuss!