Llamas in my back pasture…

I’ve got llamas in my back pasture This snippet of conversation between a couple of American conference delegates, overheard at breakfast last week in our hotel in South Korea, has stuck in my mind and will not budge from my memory. What made it stick so? Perhaps it was the drawling accent, the over-the-top bragging volume, or the stage whispers from our team of possible ointment remedies for such an ailment. The joyous kinaesthetic feeling of spitting out coffee, followed by crying with laughter with team-mates, undoubtedly helped to cement the memory. To seek such an experience was not...