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Tourists warned 'never wear' these two items at the airport or face delays

Tourists warned 'never wear' these two items at the airport or face delays

Daily Record20-07-2025
Travel experts have shared that there are two items that you should never wear at the airport as they can lead to delays. Here's everything you need to know.
Many of us are right in the swing of booking exciting getaways as the season is underway. Tourists are flocking to airports in droves at some of the busiest months for some much needed sun and R&R.
However holidaymakers who are preparing to jet off soon have been warned that certain items may cause unnecessary hold-ups when in the airport, which could be an oversight. Many of us choose comfort when travelling, but you also want to ensure it's hassle free.
Jetpac 's travel specialist Pearlyn Yeo, boasting a substantial Instagram following of over 20,000 on the company platform, has shared tips on what to avoid wearing at the airport.
Following the expert guidance, as outlined in the Mirror, could dramatically enhance your jet-setting this year.
The specialist revealed: "Keeping sunglasses on or wearing headphones through passport control can cause unnecessary delays and stress. These accessories can make it harder for border agents and automated systems to confirm your identity or get your attention.
"Both facial recognition gates and human officers rely on clear eye contact and unobstructed facial features. Sunglasses can interfere with the technology and an officer's ability to assess your behaviour and demeanour."
He noted: "Headphones, on the other hand, can distract you and mean you miss important instructions - both of which can slow down the process. As well as removing the above accessories before heading through security and passport control, it's important that travellers are prepared.
"At Jetpac, we advise all travellers to keep their documents digitally and ensure they are easy to access. eSIMs can help to organise everything you need. But it's also wise to know when to put your devices and any other distractions away.
"For example, when going through immigration. Removing accessories and putting devices away shows that you're ready and also that you respect certain protocols."
The expert continued: "Most security staff will ask you to remove these items or stop using devices, so it will only add to your journey time and stress if you're not prepared.
"With this in mind, it's best to remove headphones, pack away phones and tablets and pop your sunglasses safely away before you reach security, passport control or immigration.
"In doing so, you're more likely to breeze through border control and you won't have to worry about unnecessary delays or stress."
When choosing travel clothes, there are several key rules that should always be followed. The main is choosing something which is practical, by wearing layered clothing and breathable materials, and of course comfortable footwear.
It's also sensible to avoid tight-fitting garments, bulky items and anything with an excess of metal that could potentially delay security checks. By adhering to these guidelines, you're likely to sail through security checks.
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