• The panpipe enthusiast from Peru. There is only such much information that a person needs to know about this instrument (and it's not much).
• The scam artist who's always running out of food, money, clothes and friends. Avoid them unless you want to end up naked, penniless and hungry in Prague.
• The expat Australian living in a Kathmandu haze of marijuana, aligned chakras and too much navel-gazing. These leather-beaten sandal-wearing ganja gurus will make you stay in flea-bitten dives and eat nothing but sloppy lentils.
• The panpipe enthusiast who turns up again like a bad dream.
• The inane chattering mid-west America ex-cheer leader who believes that two seconds of silence constitutes social maladroitness. They will talk you into a state of seething insanity.
• The bacon'n'eggs specialist from England. Foreigners never cook a good breakfast, the climate is not like it is back home, the money's funny and no one in the feckin' country can play football for shit.