Haiku: Green Tea and Daggers


I brought home one thing

from Singapore, nothing else

made it through customs.

I had bought daggers

Thought they were ornamental,

blunt and therefore safe.

On declaration

Customs said they’re actually

illegal weapons.

Daggers. You’re kidding.

Should bust medieval fairs.

They’d find plenty there.

Now green tea flavoured

KitKats just remind me of

Illegal daggers.



14 thoughts on “Haiku: Green Tea and Daggers

    • I was stoked when I found them. A friend of mine brought them back from Japan once & I loved them. But bizarrely, when I went to Japan the only green ones I could find were wasabi flavoured!!!
      So I was very pleased when I caught them in Singapore 😀

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      • Of course! They had all sorts of flavoured kitkats, but I can’t remember what they were now. Sushi was fantastic, but I ate lots of things that I couldn’t identify! Got to watch out for the wasabi – sometimes they’re hide it between the sashimi and the rice, so when you throw it your gob your eyes and nose will just start pouring! Powerful stuff.
        They have their quirks, but unless you go to one specific street in harajuku, they all dress the same generic boring way. Sometimes, you have to go looking for the strange.
        I loved it but I couldn’t live there. Much too self-repressed for an Aussie. I just don’t understand it.

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      • Crafty buggers hiding it in the salmon. Sometimes you don’t know how much wasabi to take in, a small bit can be really overpowering to the point where your eyes feel blown out! I enjoy Italian more, though we Brits can’t really cook, hence my Italian dish is more of a Pommydoro sauce.
        I’ve heard there isn’t much individuality in Japan, and there’s something secretly dark about their forms of entertainment, especially with the masochistic game shows. I can understand you not wanting to live there.

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      • Brits can cook! Meat pie with Worcestershire sauce is one of my favourite meals to make 🙂 Besides, I think Italian food got better once they started immigrating. Traditional Italian is very ordinary. I found the same of Spanish and Portuguese food when I was over there. Only the Moroccan immigrants brought out anything good!
        But yeah, Japan never had a sexual revolution so they’re still stuck in “women do this and men do that” mentality. All the women have to wear makeup at work. You tell an Aussie chick to wear makeup at work and there would be a social media backlash against the entire company, easily. We might not be a perfect society, but we got that at least.

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  1. We got turned away at the train station in Malaga when we had a souvenir sword from Chillon Castle. It wasn’t real or anything just a replica, but really cool. We had bought it for our son and basically had to chuck it in the garbage because we had to get on the train. We were so pissed! Those kitkats look pretty weird:-) Great post!

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    • The rules seemed really unfair to me, but what can you do? Throw it in the rubbish… so sad. I had bought one for myself and one for my brother, but at least they weren’t too expensive.
      You know, you’re allowed to bring swords into Australia because they’re not counted as ‘concealable weapons!’ That’s such a shame you had to throw out your sword. And it was for your son too! The rules can be so strict now.

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  2. What! Illegal weapon! That is such a bummer! I am glad they were not too expensive, but what a disappointment. Cody and I got our name carved onto a mahogany dagger from the Bahamas, and they let us bring that back, thankfully! But wood is different I suppose haha.
    Love the color of those kitkats! So pretty!

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