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I was childishly amused by a shop display in Peru which featured 'Bimbo' bread right next to 'Fanny' jam.  I think it was on the same day we discovered the shop where you bought underclothes by weight so could happily go shopping for Bimbo, Fanny and a pound of pants.

I read in a guide book that you could buy Pee Cola in Ghana, produced by the Pee family business.  I've been to Ghana twice and looked all over the place, but a souvenir bottle remains elusive.  You can get Coca Cola and Pepsi everywhere, so, alas, it looks like Pee Cola is a victim of globalisation.

@Julia: can't stand Coke or Pepsi, I wonder if I'd like Pee?
@EH: I nearly choked on my porridge when I read your post, flippin' funny! We obviously share the same childish sense of humour.

Nothing springs to mind, but I just wanted Emma to know that she nearly killed me with laughter.

There is a solicitor in town named Mr Dikshit, but that's probably another thread.

Mine's a bit tame compared to the others here and in the blog - I'd love to know what a Polish 'Fart Bar' tastes like (and is it significant that Croatian 'Bumm' ice cream is brown and white?).

In Kuala Lumpur I came across a bottled fizzy drink called 'Kickapoo Joy Juice'. With a name like that I couldn't not try it... so I bought a bottle. I half wondered if it was a laxative, or maybe the opposite – an equivalent to Imodium. But it turned out to be just a very pleasant fizzy drink.

Boghandel - bookshop in Danish. Saw this on a store in Denmark and it made my friend and I laugh. Don't know if you could call it a 'product' though... 

Not a product as such, but more a translation error - In Nepal I once saw advertised outside a restaurant a sign proudly announcing the menu... The proprietor must have miss-used his Nepalese to English Dictionary when translating the work "Chicken" and the sign read - "Today's special - Fried Children" :)

   I put this up on Facebook and a few friends came back with some answers: "Slapper Shoes", from Mombasa; "S'melles insoles", from France; "Pshitt lemonade", also from France.
   That'll be me then, strolling around in my Slapper shoes, spreading Fanny on my Bimbo, and knocking back some Kickapoo Joy Juice. Pardon me, that was my Fart bar.

Liz! I have streaks of mascara running down my face and the kids are all staring through the staff room window at me. If only I could tell them what was so funny! 

Oh dear! Wonderful names!
I often come across crazy translations on menus, such as "Strong kid in mother sauce", which turned out to be baby goat in homemade sauce (like mother used to make).
However, when I saw a pot of "Cholesterol tea tree oil" next to a pot of  "olive oil hair mayonnaise" in Caye Caulker, Belize, I had to take a picture of it. It looked foul. Though having washed my hair there I now understand the need for whatever it does - there is something in the water there that dissolves keratin and tarnishes silver...

My friend was hospitalised in Thailand's Bumrungrad hospital.  Appropriate given that she had chronic diarrhoea!!

There's also a fabulous food stall in Chiang Rai that sells gloriously translated delights:
The Shrimp Burns
The Moustache is Tiny Squid Roasts

EHalford saw the Fanny jam in Peru next to Bimbo bread. I also saw the Fanny jam there but I saw it next to Cock mosquito coils.