A WARM Welcome to Barbados

I arrived in Barbados a few hours ago. It is really humid and warm, 77ºF. I was welcomed by my dad and his girlfriend, Valerie, whose home I am staying at in Christ Church. It was such a relief finally arriving after starting my day so early with heightened security at LAX. A man in line for security told me that they were even doing random security screenings of cars in the drop-off zones. He also said that after the Delta flight incident it is now up to the pilot’s discretion to determine what is and is not allowed on the airplane. Apparently the man’s friend was on a flight where nothing was allowed, no blankets and not even a book because they wanted to make sure people’s hands were visible at all times. I asked a security officer what to expect on my way back from Barbados to Miami and he said to arrive three hours early to the airport and that carry-ons (if allowed) will most likely need to stowed the last hour of the flight. Thank you, Mr. AbdulMutallab. Your bomb attempt may have failed, but you successfully made my airport experience a miserable one.