Really late to this thread but felt compelled to add my 10c to the Lychee conversation.
In a previous life I spent time on the government payroll, having been automatically signed up to a two year employment contract, the perks of which included travel to destinations I hadn't chosen, wearing brown and carrying a gun.
Anyway, the first part of those two years was spent in an orientation shitfest folks affectionately called 'basic training'. My particular shitfest all happened in the cultural and economic hub of Potchefstroom.
For reasons known only to god and Potchefstroom middle management, the only options for drinks were godawful, early morning... some might say coffee , 'tho I'm not one of them... and Lychee juice at all other times.
For three straight months.
It's thirty three years later and the smell of Lychee still triggers an involuntary gag reflex.
