Queuing at an ATM today, blazing heat, inferior intelligence people in front of me clearly never having used an ATM in a foreign country before.

Whilst queuing a guy comes up trying to sell newspapers. He’s got a number of Aussie newspapers he’s trying to sell. When I say no to them, he pulls some drugs out of his pocket in an attempt to sell me those. At the same time he asks “you Australian”, I look at what’s in his hand – Viarga !

Clearly I was mistaken for an impotent Australian !!