The Rio de Janeiro (which I assume the car was at least one continent away from) shots brought back memories:
Seeing the taxis say on the outside (in Portuguese) "Don't rob our tourists, we need them!"
Snoozing on the Copacabana beach, suddenly finding my 200 lb. self 10 feet higher up on the beach, courtesy of a rogue wave...
Paying my hotel bill with a large shoebox packed with local banknotes (because it saved me half the cost thanks to the newspaper-listed "parallel exchange rate"). This was possible because I had a local company make the reservation...
Paying a restaurant bill with my Amex card, and by the time the charge came through to my card 60 days later, the local currency had lost half of its value, so I paid $150.00 instead of $300.00 (I didn't eat alone :O).