Safely back in NZ having smuggled in my grandfather's homemade vinegar, (in a shampoo bottle - can't wait to make my flatmates salad . . . haha) an assortment of middle eastern spices and possibly an onion or two that my cousins threw in my bag (their usual last ditch don't-leave-us effort). Hey! My soul isn't really black! In fact, compare me to someone who shall not be named, but who has a good chunk of me-like DNA who once smuggled a live gecko home in a glasses case. I think my work here is done.