... I bribed the border officials. They thought I was some sort of commercial biscuit dealer!
What most impressed me was how many packets were open before we even finished brunch. I thought they would at least last a few weeks. ;-)
And it was that same morning that I learned never to order a 'flat white' in the United States, nor try to describe one to a barista. I got into more cultural trouble that ordering a 'long black'. ;-)
The joys of travel.
Miss you.
Andrew