Friday, 10 September 2010

Hall of Shame


Rambling has taken on a new meaning. Instead of referring to the bobble-hat brigade tramping the moors it means people wandering around the compound with cool-boxes. If you see such a person your best bet is to follow them because there's generally only one thing they're doing, and that's going to a bar. It turns out there are numerous bars here which came as a bit of shock considering it's a 'dry' country. I was at such a bar recently for someone's birthday. It was quite well appointed, with a fridge behind the bar, bar stools, fancy lighting, music, and plenty of people. This particular bar happens to be called the 'Hall of Shame'. Not sure why it's shameful (I could guess) but it really is in someone's entrance hall.

Because, that's what they do; buy a 'bar' and install it in their apartment or villa and people come round with their own drink in said cool-boxes. They're usually open once a week or fortnight and also host special events, such as someone's birthday. There's also an Irish bar and there used to be a Hawaiian bar complete with thatched roof.

Well I, for one, am impressed.

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