Interestingly, it was much harder to get out of the country. I got patted down three times.

 

The end of this story is actually fairly anticlimactic--I managed to get to a friend without anything else going wrong and he took charge of feeding me until my bank opened up on the other side of the world and I could call them to hyperventilate into the phone. But there were a couple of hours where I was calculating how long the trail mix in my bag would last.