Embarrassing stuff always happens when we're on safari. Like the time we travelled across Denmark during a HOT summer. Anticipating traffic jams and crowded pitstops, I packed a picnic lunch and froze some lemonade so it would keep cold and thaw gradually.
Great plan.
Except I over-froze the stuff.

Reached for a drink on the highway - uh oh. We laid it on the dash to thaw in the sun. Nope, didn't work. Tried to massage it into slush to speed up the process. The stuff was hard as a rock!

We did everything we could think of until I finally got so hopping mad (and thirsty!) that I jumped out and treated several bikers, truckers and a bunch of worn-out tourists to the sight of me laying the #$@% bottle on the hood of the car and bashing away with an umbrella (the only club-like thing in the car).

When that didn't work, I flung it on the road and began jumping on it.

My audience perked up considerably and began applauding: I'd made their day! (I think I figure in some funny home video in Korea or Japan).

Needless to say, I was even thirstier at the end of this tantrum than I was before. But boy, did I feel better after getting that out of my system!!

So I was immensely cheered when something similar happened right before my amazed eyes, in the Philippines.

Driving to Davao, a 5½hr trip from Nasipit where we lived, we'd stopped at a fruit stall to buy a 'hand' of bananas for a quick breakfast.
Johnny was haggling away with this cackling old Filipina as I dozed in the car. Another car pulled up and an unusually spiffy Filipino gentleman got out. After a great deal of loud bargaining with the old hag's granddaughter, he bought a durian and wandered away to the road with it. Watching him sleepily, I was taken totally by surprise at he did next! .... >>