shrimpsalad and the war on terror

I arrived late last night near the North Cape in a place called Honningsvag. I had several stopovers with the one in Hammerfest being the longest and most memorable.
I had 7 hours to get through so I walked from the airport to the town centre which was about 3 km. By the time I got there I was cut in half by the icy wind.
Coming from shorts and t shirt in Oslo this was a wake up call to go and get a woollen hat and put my thermals on. It was about 10 C out of the wind and the locals were in complete denial, I saw one guy doing a demolition job on a building site and he had no shirt on !

This is country where my frugal nature comes in handy. Where it seems pointless and embarrassing to quibble over a few dollars in let's say Asia, here watching your pennies is a survival skill as important as CPR which is what you need after you paid nz$16 for a pint in the local pub ( consolation was that Holland won while I was there) or nz$14 for a latte and a muffin.
As I recovered from this first assault on my wallet I had to go through security at the airport.
Now this airport is the size of kerikeri's and lies on a isolated peninsula. It had 2 staff and 8 passengers at 10pm. As my bag went through the x ray everything came to a grinding halt, could he see the liquid I had in my bag he asked . Not sure what that could be. I started poking and came up with a little tub of shrimpsalad that I just bought in supermarket. I showed him the receipt and pointed out that it was factory made and sealed but all I got was the bureaucrat look that says you can talk all you like but you are not boarding with the shrimp, as a last resort I mentioned that there was no known use of seafoodchowder bombs in the vietnam war even though they have plenty of those critters, that went straight over his head too . Bush has got a lot to answer for.