London? Never again

This year, we had the great idea of ​​visiting London, it is a city that is a meeting place for intellectuals, bohemians in a framework of attractive sights and monuments. Thus, the entire family, my wife, my two daughters 16 and 19 years and I went to visit London with a list of essential hand places to visit and a great dream to do so.

We arrange hotel and flight through an agency and a Monday in July landed at Stansted Airport, via National Express, arrived by bus to central London and the Underground, except the two stops that separated us from the hotel.

At the hotel, quite old by the way, there were no notable incidents in our visit to London, we filled the eyes of Big Ben, London Eye, Stonehenge, Tower Hill, Tower Bridge, Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace and other hundreds of little things more, typical of any tourist who boasts of being, including eating fish and chips or visit the wax museum Madame Tussaud's.

But the reason for this article, is given by the following Saturday and Monday arrival and that put an end to our journey by land Londoners. The day dawned rainy, luckily only the days before had been cold and gray. We headed to the airport, we ate pizza and hope to check luggage. We did it without any problems and proceeded to go to the gate where he became the highlight of the trip.

As expected from the experience of other trips in trays had to empty the pockets, deposit bags and purses, belts phones to stay virtually naked, in my case since retained only a shirt, trousers and underpants. Passing through the metal detector, I whistle repeatedly tried to explain that would be the metallic glasses are, but not the least heed me, put me with outstretched arms and under the watchful eye of a law enforcement officer, I cache until the point that lacked only get a colonoscopy. My oldest daughter just happened and treated similarly, but the only thing she wore metal was a piercing on her face. The feeling was demeaning. But not content with that, the trays where we had our stuff, were detected as 'suspicious' and removed from us.

We had to wait for employees to take charge of rubbing and manipulating our stuff unceremoniously under the watchful eye of law enforcement officials, who lacked only push the muzzle of their weapons.

A woman, thick and very bad manners, without permission opened our bags and completely emptied the contents into the trays, as they did the same a man who thought that God had given him absolute power over the land, with the other tray containing our things. Not content to scatter our goods, the fat woman dropped a pot of red ink buy next to a fountain pen in the souvenir shop of Tower Hill in the fall, the ink pot broke, when I complained, how could it be otherwise, he laughed out loud and just plain English said, 'Son Spanish', a phrase which delighted in teasing among all present, and immediately advised me if I wanted to reassure all went well.

Not finding anything that could be suspect, they would find! The fat woman took a small boat of not more than two inches by two inches of a drug that needs my youngest daughter and wanted to throw that they could not take such things in hand luggage. Having pissed off, seriously now and rightly returned the dinghy thrown through the air as if he was spared.

But the highlight of this story of brutality and abuse of power by some insignificant employees should not even belong to the human race was, as I said before, that as nothing was found among our belongings that could be suspected of anything or the remotest chance, the man thought to be touched by God, picked up a snowball, the kind that stirs and something that looks like snow in a moving fluid, which in this case contained a figure of the Big- Ben told us that was very large and alluded to something liquid in which floated the 'snow', and had to throw it away.

My anger at this time was extreme delight that made the fat woman who kept laughing. I explained that this was a memory I bought one of the many shops of them at the foot of the London Eye, but still insisting that it was very big and had to throw it away. The ball itself is an oval measuring about three inches high and about four inches diameter. I asked to see and talk to a superior (all this under the watchful eyes of security agents, and the laughter of the other passengers). The fat woman and touched by God, they turned to a colleague and he told them the throw and that was that. I insisted on speaking to a manager of the airport, raising his voice a lot. Touched by God's told me very bad manners, to accompany him, obviously I did because I was in the right. We got to a counter where I said, 'If you want to see this ball wait here', with a pitch that looked like it was a terrorist and not a tourist. I saw him talking to a man of elegant dress and phone in hand, but did not get to hear what he said, the expression was like saying, "Do not bother me this nonsense, return the memory and make no more ridiculous."

And so, the man touched by God, we returned the figurine and offered me his hand as' peace signing, "I shook his hand because he had just wanted this absurd and irrational situation and went from there.

The situation occurred at Stansted airport on Saturday July 16, in one of the controls to move to the gates, about 16:45 hours, for my flight to Valencia came at 17:25, and my name is Juan Benito. I wish these people would give their heads for a good lesson and learn to respect people, surely, as they would like to be respected.