When I was in Thailand I stayed with a mate named John George. He had a sweeeeeet apartment paid for by work. One weekend he got a fruit basket delivered, as a thank you or something. I didn't recognise a single piece of fruit. Not one banana, apple or orange - it was full of weird alien fruit, strangely coloured and textured, like martians sent him a thank you present. It was the only fruit basket I have ever seen that required an instruction manual.