Speaking of finding yourself in foreign airports with questionable firearms related objects reminds me of a story. My mom went to visit my sister who was living on an Israeli Kibbutz at the time. She was stopping there on her way to Germany to visit my brother who was in the Army. One afternoon after work they were at the local bar having a beer and playing cards when an old Bedouin walks in. My sister (who has a great sense of humor) walks up to the old guy and engages him in conversation for a couple of minutes and then walks back to the table. After a few minutes the old Bedouin walks up to the table where mom is shuffling cards says something in Arabic and motions for her to follow him. Mom looks at my sister and asked her what was going on. My sister replies that the old man is fascinated by mom's shuffling of the cards and that my sister has just sold her for 3 racing camels and a bunch of goats. The look on my mom's face must have been priceless just before my sister the old man and everyone else in the bar started laughing hysterically.
After a couple of weeks it was time for my mom to leave and go on to Germany. She had a couple of extra items which wouldn't fit into her luggage so my sister handed her a carry on bag for her to put the items in. The bag was from an Israeli company which produced arms and ammunition and had the name of the company and it's products emblazoned all over it. This happened back in the early 70's during the time of all those skyjackings. Not a single German customs officer or Bundespolizei for that matter made a peep about it. Nor did the customs agents or police in Norway or New York when she returned. It wasn't until she got home that my sister told her what the writing on the bag meant.
After a couple of weeks it was time for my mom to leave and go on to Germany. She had a couple of extra items which wouldn't fit into her luggage so my sister handed her a carry on bag for her to put the items in. The bag was from an Israeli company which produced arms and ammunition and had the name of the company and it's products emblazoned all over it. This happened back in the early 70's during the time of all those skyjackings. Not a single German customs officer or Bundespolizei for that matter made a peep about it. Nor did the customs agents or police in Norway or New York when she returned. It wasn't until she got home that my sister told her what the writing on the bag meant.