I like to think that the Lariam was to blame, or credit as the case my be. The woman had been driving me crazy, but hadn't done anything to merit my reaction. I did turn the wrong way and the guards at the Mozambique border did have automatic weapons, but we were not in any danger. Her yelling didn't help anything, and wasn't the genisis of my annoyance, but to detail the why..., the way she couldn't drive at a smooth speed the way none of her stories made any sense, her advances. So I stopped the car, took my bag and walked into the corn field, finally safe.