Somewhere in Romania, we stopped at the side of the road for a break and the inevitable game of football. James went off into the bushes for a walk. He came back a few minutes with a look of shock - amzement not horror - he had just stumbled across a couple "doing it ..... no ..... really ..... doing it!" A few minutes later a slightly sheepish middle aged guy came out of the trees and muttered a few friendly "we are all chaps aren't we" words to us.