Salt Smuggling

Caught with salt on his person

The other day, a friend put me to shame by saying that she had sat her nearly grown-up kids down and forced them to watch Midnight Express so that when they went travelling abroad, they weren’t tempted to try smuggling “anything” through customs. 

What a sensible idea.  Why hadn’t I thought of that?

Instead, when Perran went abroad, I had been concerned only that he ate a sensible diet.

He planned to cook for himself in hostels so I had entrusted him with my Magic Tupperware Box – a tiny receptacle which I take when camping.  It contains cloves of garlic, stock cubes, dried chillis, little plastic bags of garam masala, dried herbs, black pepper and salt.  Salt being, of course, a white powder.

Perran  returned home recently en route between Berlin and Bristol where he  is at University.

He told us all about his inter-railing adventures. 

All had gone well until he crossed the border from Amsterdam to Frankfurt.  He and Amy were clapped in cells and treated in a most unfriendly manner.  (That’ll teach them to dye their hair and have the odd piercing!)

Apparently the contents of the Magic Tupperware Box caused general consternation and were taken away for testing.

“Um.  But it was useful when you did your cooking?”

“Yeah.  The food tasted great, thanks.”

So that’s alright then.