“And now,” said the Brazilian customs agent, “we need you to pull down your pants.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving.
“You need me to do what?”
My eyes shifted to the other customs officer, hoping he would explain that this was just a cruel joke.
Instead, his glare made my stomach churn.
I had been hustled into a detention room at São Paulo-Guarulhos International Airport in Brazil, where I was facing a traveler’s worst nightmare: a customs strip search.
Here’s what happened:
After an eight-hour flight from Miami to São Paulo, our flight crew was met at customs by a cadre of Brazil’s federal police officers and...
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