101 Challenges:

After the shower we headed out for dinner. This was dinner with a big difference. We went to a local food stall at the side of a road and sampled the offerings. I’m a Nobody Get Me Out Of Here Challenge had come round and we both looked on, sick to our stomach’s, with fear and revulsion. Our worst nightmare had arrived. Only this was a living nightmare and no matter how much we pinched ourselves we did not wake up, in bed, spooning.

There, before us, lay dinosaur-like insects that had been deep fried. Now, us Scottish like pretty much anything deep fried - Mars Bars, Pizza, Ice-Cream, Banana's etc.

When insects fly at us we either, bat them with our hands (as a total last resort - if a huge newspaper isn't nearby) as far as possible, scream, run or mostly a combination of all 3. Although we know they're scary and what they generally look like, nothing could prepare us for looking directly into their beady eyes, sharp claws, hairy legs, and other such gruesome features that only become clear on close inspection. We don't like seeing them, never mind having to touch them and certainly not having to see them, grab them and stick them in our mouths.

We selected various amounts of creatures and we started to eat, mmmmmm yummy, not! Only the Silk Worms didn’t taste bad (bad being used in the loosest term - . They tasted a bit crispy, but nothing really - perhaps, to best describe them, a bit airy. The others just got worse and worse. We started with the small things and kept the delicious bigger things for last. Each mouthful nearly induced a vomiting episode from each of us. Some bugs exploded with juice, others were hard to bite but all were horrible. It was near impossible to get your brain to allow your throat to swallow them.

The last two items were the worst. Second from desert was a Scorpion. Yes a big black and spikey Scorpion. The tail was removed for us by the chef (the word chef used loosely too) and so too were the pincers and all we needed to do now was chew, chew, chew. We do not recommend that anybody volunteers for this. Again this is pointless and certainly no fun was being had by anyone - us, Mark (who in an evil-like way smiled throughout the entirity of the filming) the onlookers and the stall owner - who was now very pissed at us deterring business from her only means of earning a living.

And so to the crème de la crème, a beautiful, succulent, divine piece of meat. The giant cockroach. All we will say is that we both attempted this with each of us suffering huge gagging fits and one having a bit more success than the other.

Challenge completed, thank the heavens and again, like 76.42% of the idiotic things we're doing - please don’t try this at home - it's stupid. There is no need for man, or woman and anything in between other than birds and lizards to ever have to resort to eating beasties. Even if you were unfortunate enough to find yourself stranded on a deserted island after miraculously surviving a plane crash - eat your arm - it's probably easier to stomach.