Like the awesomes at Metal Inquisition, I've been taught a lot by international travel, not least of all that shit is fucking weird all over the world. To learn the same lessons I could've just watched Flight 666 and saved some hassle, but wait had I done so, lost would be the chance to juggle some tasty first- and third-world boobies. Don't be impressed; just make the acquaintance of two or three dashing international pals and brace yourself for a cascade of hotass runoff. Anyway I knew a chick from Turkey once who did a lot of neat things, but never as neat as a Ramadan promotional poster (above) featuring earth's happiest hesher rocking a spiritually inspiring Maiden shirt. The system works, people.