Something that I just can't wrap my head around here, is the fact that no restaurant provides napkins. At our pawn shop dinner (details later) we were given giant prawns with a honey glaze which we ate with our fingers. When our hostess noticed some of us wiping our hands on the table cloth (I'm looking at you Rebecca) she provided us with a bowl of scalding water, seriously, almost boiling, to dip our hands in and a nice half used roll of toilet paper. Classy.
We all miss Craig, and when the prawns came out, so did our cameras. And we all at once admitted we were taking our pictures for him. Love you Boo.
Sean's fashion here has been a fluctuation between Fonsie from Happy Days and MC Hammer.
Some locals.
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