In Durban the Criterion atrium was the customs post.
Either side was the hotel, bar one side, rooms and restaurant the other.
The Scottish guy who owned it at the time loved smoked fish, any kind of smoked fish but particularly Kippers which he said he could not buy in SA.
We would over the three weeks getting there his daily small amounts of any kind behind the panels in the first class galley cold larder.
A box or two of kippers was never missed.
But we had to get it ashore.
Put the lot into a black plastic bag and walk ashore telling the MA on the gangway it was rotten food we had to take ashore to dispose of, bit of a fishy smell from the bag was enough to convince him.
Then the customs man, easy, easy give him a few kippers and we were home and hosed.
We drank as many pints as we could all free from Scotty as a show of his appreciation.