Pokhara’s airport security system does exist, evidenced by an x-ray machine with a moving belt. We put our duffel bags in one end and they came out the other end, just as expected, but there is no one at the monitor to look for bad stuff. The x-ray guy was apparently loading bags on the plane. Not our problem.
We simply carried our bags to the loading dock and off they went. After the x-ray ritual, we walked to the other side of the hall and were asked by security if we x-rayed our bags. “Yes, of course.” “OK, please come through security.” We first walked through a metal detector that was turned off, perhaps to avoid unnecessary noises or irritations. After a lovely chat with the security guy about California, I was very thoroughly patted down, front and back, and with, a wink, a smile, and a Namaste, I was waved through.
