After the shocking Snake eating experience, Hongkong had in store one more episode ready which was going to blow my mind out.

Yes, I was caught in Hongkong for carrying a rifle in my suitcase.

Right when we got down from the metro right inside the airport, we were flooded by men who were ready to tip us to carry someone else luggage as they had gone overweight on their luggage limitation. 

As I was carrying very minimal weight he kept on persuading me to accept a suitcase which was huge. Having heard many scary stories about such suitcase swapping I adamantly refused his proposal though his offer was tempting. A number that will fetch me the costliest wine in the airport mall. Keeping my suitcase down I went on pick the cheapest wine in the store. I still could see the same guy signaling standing outside the shop. A bottle of Domaine de la Romanee-Conti was winking at me to take his offer. I walked out straight to the baggage checking section.

Right after I placed my suitcase in the security conveyor and stood in the line for a security check, an alarm went off alerting the security men. 

A bunch of armed security landed up there and the whole was looking at a computer monitor. one of the security screamed something in mandarin pointing at something. 

I looked down to where he was pointing and it was my suitcase.

I raised my hand and went near them. I was taken aback to see a X-ray image of a rifle in my suitcase. Shocked beyond understanding my brain froze. My suitcase was taken inside.

In no minutes my eyes were scanned and my fingerprint scanned.

And I could sense, they were asking me what that is…my brain was blank and started wondering about the guy who was pestering me to swap suitcase. Was I away from my suitcase for a brief moment? Why was I offered a tempting amount of money to swap suitcases?

The final call for passengers was announced.

After precautionary measures, my suitcase was opened…

And there was this rifle alias my Camera Tripod stand. Yes, the very tripod stand looked like a rifle while scanned.

I could hear the same airport authorities laughing.

After all this commotion as I walked to my flight, an English-speaking guy wanted feedback about Hongkong.

“ How was your stay in Hongkong? ”

I Wished I knew one filthy word in Mandarin.