One of fantastic parts
of returning to a holiday destination reasonably regularly is that you can
visit the places you like and test them out again…it’s like being at home just
in a more exotic location. Anne hopped into a taxi where the driver
recognised her from last time, there are the shop owners who greet you like a long
lost friend (we must have spent waay to
much there last time) and memories of past trips being revived.
Leaving aside the drinking problem implied for a moment, there’s
a well known bar called, imaginatively,
Sam’s Bar, (Sam has never been spotted) where you can sit and have a quiet beer
or two, chomping down popcorn and reading the 10 years + graffiti which is encouraged over all the walls. You can also listen to all the good music from an era of about 1975
to 1985. Damn bad luck for the rest of the world, although there is also a
reggae night on Saturdays, but bloody good news for Anne & I. It doesn't seem to limit the clientelle to baby boomers trying to reclaim their youth though...I'm still the oldest in the bar! There’s
something about having Iggy Pop belting out “Lust for Life” which makes your
beer and popcorn taste even better. I think I’ll have another.
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| Strange looking house plant |
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| Thamel |
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