An amusing aside on the security...
I went to South Africa in 2002 and, as was to be expected, my baggage followed via Hong Kong.
Three days later it arrived at the FTO, which was 1 mile from my accommodation. I was keen to shower and change clothes. It had wheels, the pavement was smooth and I set off looking like the typical Brit abroad.
You could almost hear the undergrowth rustle with excitement.
Fortunately the security guard had seen pillocks before and arrested me for the short time that it took to arrange a car free of charge. Kind and thoughtful on her part, unbelievably naive on mine!
Incidentally, Air France never did apologise or pay for the six pack of underwear - they insisted that two items had been used, I 'should have bought two days worth only' and they 'do not split receipts'. Vive la désaccord!