Hmm let's see...
.. a couple shagging in the surf just below my stealth camping spot in some Portuguese dunes....
.. a chilling screeching from nearby woods at 3 a.m. while wild-camped in Bulgaria. I lay there wondering just what wild boar would sound like.
.. also in Bulgaria, I found that a pot of set yoghurt, after two days in panniers in 30 degree heat, makes a nice yoghurt drink (tried this several times after I discovered it)
.. arriving in a Moroccan town, Abdel rides his bike up beside me and says 'I show you where good hotels are, hotels not here'. It's hard to shake him off and I think 'what the.., I can handle this', so follow him and get taken to an ideal, cheap and clean, place. I buy Abdel a coffee and sure enough, he has an antiques shop, and maybe I would have a look tomorrow. Just to look, of course, he understands I don't want to buy anything.
Next morning I'm out early to explore the town, I'd forgotten about Abdel, but then return to get the bike for a minor repair, and surprise! There's Abdel waiting for me. He says not to use the bike shop next door, he knows a good honest Berber who'll do the job for half the price. Again, despite myself I follow him. And, amazement, the good honest Berber's bike repair shop is near Abdel's shop, so I lamely go with Abdel, just to look.... It's good stuff, the town is renowned for its traditional jewellery but I stick to my guns and don't buy anything, but do fleetingly admire one necklace.
'600 dirhams' says Abdel, 'how much you offer?'
'Nothing' I replied, 'I don't want to buy anything' .
'Yes, but if you did want, how much you offer?'
Eventually I walked out of the shop, back towards the good honest Berber with my bike. I didn't look back. Two minutes later a voice beside me said '400 dirhams, I make you a good offer'. Abdel pursued me with the necklace up to the honest Berber's shop (he had done a good honest job on the brake cable) and beyond. His last imploring words as I rode off were '200 dirhams. 200 dirhams!'