...The last item on your personal checklist before leaving the flight deck is to don your gloves to counter those locals who wish to shake hands directly after extracting forearm up to the elbow from a huge nostril and smearing a half kilo of assorted crud on your paw.
You can order beer and chicken in five languages but can't understand what your ops manager says on the HF/Satphone.
Prefer the local brew to the imported SAB stuff (who doesn't?).
Confuse and p@ss off counter people at home when it comes to buying stuff as your wallet is always full of monopoly money and foreign shrapnel.
Wake up in the morning at home and wonder where you are.