C401 doors closed waiting for a taxi clearance from Darwin GND (need we say more) on a November afternoon a couple of years ago.
In the back were 7 indigenous ladies - all mourners at a funeral at Elcho. The lady sitting next to me was fully painted in tribal clays.
After 10 minutes of sitting and waiting, lady leans over and says "Eh Pahlot, it bin so hot my clay is melting!"
Sure enough, it had melted and was running all down her face and off her breasts.....