Last year I caught twenty aeroplanes.
That's more than in the previous thirty years put together.
It didn't decrease my fear of flying, though. I still have to take tranquillisers to fly.
It did make me realise how stupid and inefficient the rules about flying are.
I came back to Australia with plant material from Europe in my luggage. I'd forgotten about it, and they missed it. So much for quarantine.
I had two lighters taken off me last time I flew, as I had three on me. They missed the metal crochet hook though. So much for the new restrictions on dangerous items.
Why do they bother?