Aahh the French.
At least you were able to make the SPAM last for bartering purposes.
I tell you - the U.K. is like the old third world! On my return, I still had a SPAM sandwich about my person which I placed in my garden intending to enjoy a refreshing breakfast when the sun rose. Yes, you guessed! When I woke in the morning most of the sandwich had gone with just the crust remaining up on bricks.