I have a confession. I haven't worn my pretty fluoro-orange thong since it was exposed to salt water and morphed into a pink one!!
Well, PC, o'er The Ditch we still call those uber-fashionable thing 'thongs', for want of a better turn. Surf shop on the coast nearby has a wall with more than 600 different styles (!). Yes, my Lonely Planet bible says they're called Jandals.

What's this about X-Ray scanners in Quarantine? I never had any Quarantine inspection, X-Ray or otherwise, of my boxes, portmanteaux and bags ("too much stuff", mutters the Customs man under his breath...).