Shelfish.

This place didn't look like much from the outside but inside was a veritable cornucopia of beautiful old photographic prints of Zanzibar from the 1950's. It would have been criminal not to buy one. So that will now join the mask shield thingy, the wooden Coke bottle, the his and hers statues and the assorted bone handled knives that we'll have to play Russian roulette with at New Zealand customs. Nigel had to be physically restrained from making it worse, by filling his pockets at the beach with shells, as is his custom in Bali because the officials in Auckland ALWAYS know when you're carrying illicit molluscs, however good your resting beach face is.