It's what everyone dreads when travelling, being pulled aside by Customs... what stories you got? It's rarely a nice experience but mine comes pretty close: I've been an avid scuba diver for years. When I relocated from Australia to Asia I naturally took my gear with me but I couldn't find my Divemaster's licence so I took the old Rescue Diver one with me (a lower level of certification but good enough to dive anywhere) as a backup. I landed in Taipei airport & remember waiting at the baggage carousel for ages.. maybe 2 hours... until everyone else had gone & I was the last one standing. I'm thinking maybe they've lost my bag & am getting pretty annoyed (getting ready to call my insurer) when finally my bag comes up the ramp & drops onto the carousel. I reached over to pick it up & as soon as I touched it I felt someone's hand on my shoulder & then on the other. I stood up, looked around & saw I was surrounded by 4 officers. I was pretty surprised but a little bemused, after all I was certain I'd done nothing wrong (but in my head I was asking myself "There's nothing to worry about... right?"). Then they escorted me to a room. They asked me some basic questions like where I'd come from & what was my occupation and so on, and then the chief officer asked me "Are you carrying any weapons?"... "Of course not" I replied using my best Mandarin. So then he asked me to open my gear starting with the dive bag. I pulled out the usual stuff, mask, fins, bcd, dive computer, then the wetsuit & finally the boots, inside one of which was a tiny 3" dive knife. "Aha" he yelled, "what's that?"... I paused & looked at him, then said in my best Chinese, "it's a dive knife". "What do you use it for?" he asked while reminding me that it was indeed a dangerous weapon. "Um, cutting things... lifting rocks..." I said, consciously trying not to make any stabbing movements while I was explaining things. They weren't buying it so then they asked me to open my other bags. I opened the last one & there sitting on top was my trusty dive licence. I thought it might be worthwhile showing it to them since they obviously weren't familiar with diving, so I gave to to the chief. Lucky for me "Rescue Diver" translates pretty sell into Chinese. The chief read it out in Chinese & there was a collective gasp from the officers in the room... then they all bowed & apologised. The chief officer yelled at a subordinate to pack my bags & then told another to call a taxi. It all happened so quickly so I was kind of in a state of shock, but the best part was when they all walked me out of the airport into the taxi (a limo) & then waved me goodbye like I was a good friend. Actually I look back on that memory quite fondly.