Today's Doonesbury reminded me of my first visit back home to Belfast after I started working in Banja Luka in 1997. Landmines, rather than carbombs, were the big deal in Bosnia then; the golden rule was never to drive onto the grass verge of the road, as mines are much more difficult to see against vegetation than against tarmac. As I've said before, there's nothing quite like driving through a minefield to concetrate your mind on the importance of the issue.
When Anne picked me up at Belfast airport, and pulled over onto the verge to check something to do with the car, I nearly freaked out as badly as B.D. does here. I'm over it now.