Many moons ago:
One Saturday morning (never a good time to be flying in The Delta), a bunch of us from different companies were sent to Xaxanxa to pick up a large group of tourists. Al the 206's arrived some minutes early for the pick-up. Milling around, smoking cigarettes we watched the last one land. Out climbed one of our mates (looking a tad pale). He looked in our direction, but then turned and walked off to the bush on the other side of the runway where he bent over a fallen log and promptly regurgitated his breakfast, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and started walking back towards where the rest of us were standing. He noticed that WE were now looking rather pale. He asked what the problem was and someone pointed behind him; where he had just left his breakfast between three lions lying on the other side of the log. They clearly thought the meat was off...
