Originally Posted by bisonrav

Good job it wasn't Singapore. MANDATORY death sentence.

Which brings to mind my honeymoon trip to Singapore. We had married in Kuching, Malaysia, a Chinese affair with many tables and drinking games involving whisky and brandy on each one. I was several sheets to the wind, but with enough composure to save some of the uneaten cake, which had been presented in favour boxes, and put it in the bottom of my carry on for the flight to Sing the next day. Where I forgot about it.

Now for what follows, you need to know that the cake was a mid- brownish colour, fudgy, and neatly wrapped in cling film. I had 6 or 7 of these neatly stowed in the bag. You will be well ahead of where I was at this point, I was trying mostly to sleep off a hangover.

As you come into to land at Singapore, there's an announcement. At that time it hadn't been softened to the "severe consequences" or whatever it is they say now, and explained breezily that the penalty for drug smuggling is death. And I remembered the cake. And I realised what it might look like to a zealous inspector. And in the way your mind races in such situations I guessed that having been arrested for having a number of what appeared to be packages of raw heroin in my bag, the inspector would be too embarrassed to lose face by accepting it tested positive for cake, would trump up some fake charges, and I'd be hung at dawn.

In the event, all was well, and my stash wasn't discovered. But to this day I still shudder at the thought of being the only person ever in history to be executed for smuggling wedding cake.