A few years back we went to Tenerife. You will probably be aware that they sell little Cacti everywhere, but I decided I wanted a 'Native' one. To retrieve a cactus I hung precariously over a rocky ledge, pulling a muscle and scraping my ankle. We then took a bus journey with the retrieved cactus in the pocket of my shorts. Out of spite the cactus secretly stuck its barbs into my thighs and testicles. I was unaware of this until we reached the nearby town where we were to disembark. When I stood I screamed in agony attracting the strangest of looks from all around. Hobbling off the bus to a nearby bench I then spent a good ten minutes removing the barbs and a further five removing the remaining ones from the cactus. Victorious we then moved on and entered a supermarket through a turnstile... The cactus in my pocket became trapped between leg and bar and BANG! explosion of red dye and cacti pulp! For seven days I had a purple leg and for the rest of that first day I walked around looking like I had been shot!
Anthony’s cactus adventure in Tenerife got him a shiny new Apple iPod. Luckily enough for him the iPod is completely thorn-free so he can safely carry his player in his pockets without any risk of trauma! The next two stories are great at showing the trials and tribulations of trying to speak foreign languages.
Greetings in Greek
Whilst on holiday in Crete one year I went for a morning walk on the beach. A Greek gentleman was walking towards me so I thought I would try out the local lingo! I shouted Calamari (squid), when I should have said Kalimera (good morning). He probably thought stupid foreigner!