I also brought one (big one) on my way to Budapest (via Warszawa) and the wedding (see last post) so my father was more than happy about seeing me/salmon at home.
On the way back from Budapest, when I realised that will not be able to fly back to Bergen as it was planned and will have to wait a couple of days (ehhh, this sneaky Icelandic volcano...), I called home and said that I will come again for several days.
And than my Dad says: Oh great! You do have a smoked Norwegian salmon with you, right? Oh, you don't? Hmm... for how long you said you wanted to come?
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