Even now, I can still reel off the list of countries that my friends had visited. In a way, it wasn’t so surprising, considering that (apart from our ages) an interest in travel was the only thing we all had in common. And actually, travel conversation was a pretty good substitute for conversation about home. You could tell plenty about someone from the places they’d chosen to visit, and which of those places were their favorites.

The Beach, a novel by Alex Garland

Dinner at Bamboo Garden

Miriam, a European volunteer, attempting to order her meal): I’ll take the lamb, please.
Indian server: We are out of lamb, sorry.
Miriam: Okay. What else do you have?
Server: We have chicken. And beef.
Miriam: Okay, I’ll take the steak.
Server: Very good. I’m sorry for not having the lamb.
Miriam: I’m sorry for eating your cow!
(Table erupts in laughter, including the server, who actually gets the joke)