Harare customs

McClatchy Newspapers correspondent Shashank Bengali arrives at Harare airport in Zimbabwe fearful of the worst. Fortunately, the rubber glove wasn’t needed. The customs officers just wanted drugs,

“Are you carrying drugs?” he asked. I was somewhat relieved. Getting questioned by authorities in Zimbabwe, if you’re a foreign visitor, can often involve something more uncomfortable. Secure in the knowledge that I was in fact not here as an international drug smuggler, I nearly smiled as I unlocked my duffel bag for the beady-eyed customs agent.
While I did that, he began rifling through my backpack. “Any pornography here?” he said. “Um, no,” I replied. I began to wonder what kind of reputation Americans had acquired here — or had been assigned by that well known hater of the West, President Robert Mugabe. link