Jumpin' Jehosophat in the Monkey House! Thank the good Lord, Expat has survived yet another one.
Get out your phrasebooks and Pith helmets cause it's on, boys. Here are your coordinates:
Here's a visual clue:
Due to the sensitivity of certain border guards, the decision was made to forego the suspicious, unopenable tube and simply bury the following (sort of an immediate gratification thing too-- for you generation y-ers):
Your letter will be inside the kit.
On a related note, my trusty old RC-3, with thousands of miles on it already was my constant companion throughout the trip. The sharpened pommel makes a darn good bottle opener once you get the technique down, too. The ESEE jet performed flawlessly as well. I'm getting used to this kind of travel. No need to get felt up at Uncle Touchy's Puzzle Basement, aka: TSA.
Buena Suerte, ya'll!!!!