As we were cycling across the island of Pag in Croatia, a man who was picking figs at the side of the road flagged us down. He was curious about what we were doing, and when we explained (in broken German) that we are hoping to cycle to Australia, he laughed and squealed at the idea, instantly endearing him to us.
He insisted we try some of his fruit, saying they would be good for energy. As he kept peeling them and pressing them into our hands, he also claimed they would help our brains with maths problems...we're not sure how accurate that is, but they were by far the most delicious figs we've ever tasted. He gave us a bag to take with us, and with sticky fingers and warm hearts, we pedalled off into the wind.
A mile or so down the road we suddenly realised he was probably selling them: why else had he flagged us down? In a rush of guilt for leaving without paying, we wheeled around and rushed back up the road. Waving money at him, we were acutely embarrassed when he shook his head and explained they were a gift, from our new 'Uncle Niko'. It seems that sometimes people are just being nice, and this was an encounter we won't forget in a hurry.
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