At the end of the 37-day film shoot (following an American multi-millionaire amateur motorcyclist from Shanghai along the Silk Route/Road to Xinjiang), we crossed over to Pakistan to catch our plane back to London from Islamabad.
The first night in Pakistan would've been in Gilgit, but a landslide forced us to divert to a different location for the night.
The next day, as we sat in the long queue of vehicles waiting for the road to be cleared, our driver said to the motorcyclist's girlfriend (who'd come out to join him for that stretch, having been banned from following us on the whole shoot, as it was strictly work), "Memsahib, the water you were drinking last night at the hotel -- it is from the backside of this mountain."
For those who might not know, "backside" in British English = buttocks / rear end / bum, or 屁股 pìgǔ in Chinese. To have drunk water from the "backside of a mountain" does not, therefore, conjure up a pleasant image, even if it's only the backside of a mountain.
(Pakistan, 1988)
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