Reheated pea from a couple of years ago
In 1995, the current Mrs UK and I went on holiday to the beautiful island of Sri Lanka. The first week was spent touring the country in Toyota minibuses, staying in a different hotel pretty much every night.

About halfway through the tour, we left the sweltering heat of the lowlands and journeyed to where tea was grown, in the imaginatively named "hill country". As our group of virtually identical vehicles, all carrying pink-hued tourists, began the climb up one of the steeper roads, we see a bloke forlornly trying to sell us flowers, shouting "YOU BUY! YOU BUY!" as he runs after the convoy frantically waving a bunch of exotic blooms. Minibus rounds bend, we lose sight of flower seller and continue our ascent.

Only, as the road straightens out, a suspiciously familiar-looking flower seller appears from nowhere, shouting "YOU BUY!" YOU BUY!" and running after us. We're puzzled. Is this his twin? Has he run so fast he's overtaken our convoy in a blur?

On we go, around the next bend and - yep - there he is again, and the next bend too. On the fifth switchback, we're disappointed to see he's not there, though to be fair he was probably knackered.

It turns out that, while the road meanders up the hillside to lessen the gradient for the underpowered trucks they use in Sri Lanka, the lush jungle of the verge conceals a flight of steps joining each section of the road. This poor bastard would run after us, then leg it up the stairs to try to catch us on the next stretch.

None of us bought his flowers.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Fri 19 Apr 2013, 23:20, 1 reply)

surely the logical thing to do would be to catch you on the way down
That way he could run down and walk up.

Also you'd be more likely to buy on the way back, I'd have thought.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sun 21 Apr 2013, 12:42, closed)