Airport BER - Drug dealer uncovered

All I wanted was to go hiking in Mallorca.

Upon arriving at BER, the security check is once again full of surprises.

I'm wearing my latest acquisition on my feet: hiking boots.

It seems they must be thoroughly inspected by the security personnel.

I have to sit down and lift my legs so they can be checked underneath. Very athletic, says the staff. I'm currently in boat position. 🧘‍♀️ 😬

The lady remains skeptical, and I actually have to take off my shoes to have them scanned. I just hope the radiation exposure isn't too high.😬

Everything is okay, I can get dressed again down below. 🤭

At that moment, the announcement comes: “Whose backpack with the colorful elephant is this?” I timidly raise my hand. What’s next?

“We will now search your backpack for drugs.”

… okay. 🙄 Let me quickly think, when was the last time I was out and about as a drug dealer? 🤔

The drugs have taken effect… I can't remember.

Nope, everything went fine. They let me through. Phew.😅

I arrive punctually in Palma. But now comes the next challenge.

Picking up a rental car… without letting myself be pressured into anything. 🙏🏼

It was really tough at the limit. My English isn’t the best. My mantra: I don't buy anything further.

The seller, however, is hardly interested. He tries in German, Spanish, English… No chance. I remain persistent.

So annoying. Really. I've already booked a full coverage insurance without deductible. … it’s just advertising, he says. NO, that’s my contract. 🙄

In the end, I have to find my car in the parking deck by myself and figure it out anyway.

The next challenge… I have no internet, which means: no idea how to get to my accommodation.

Well, I’m an 80s child and grew up without the internet.

I have faith in my abilities and follow the signs.

It’s all quite easy, once you allow yourself to embrace it.😏🙏🏼🫶