...when I started turning up in bars, only to notice on signposts (in Costa Rica, though this could be applicable the world over):



So I got a little peckish, instead, though I can’t work out whether I’m more preoccupied by the name or the advert copy (‘you can’t stop eating them’):



I then ran by a sign in Vancouver that unashamedly proclaimed:



So I just walked on by, and thought I'd explore the supermarket in a subdued area in Hawaii. That was the precise moment I realised I forgot my bankcard at home:



The Kraps having gone down the wrong way, I quickly made it back to England, only to discover I wasn't to be trusted:



So I made a quick escape, and travelled all the way down to New Zealand. Who said it wasn't tourist-friendly anyway?



On my way to the cemetery, I came across this sign of caution. Just plain WRONG:



And after so much walking, I thought a nice spot of cinema and popcorn might do the trick, over in San Diego. Nothing could prepare me for this though...



A trilogy?! You gotta be kidding me! So, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the sign people went and ruined this for me:



I mean is that really what goes on in there? Who knew. The Mexicans I met on the way out of there gave me some good directions, so as to head back home:



It seemed like quite a way down, so I thought I'd get a snack for the walk. Any guesses on the first one? That’s the one that really baffled me:



Shouldn't have gone for that footlong, actually. But thankfully ‘The magic atmosphere’ in Turkey got me through it all:



And then I had a thought, but just as I looked up to the sky I spotted this:



Time to call it a night, so I headed on down to the local hostel, only to discover that I didn't really get the set of rules. What's 'lodgend'? Sounds painful...