Its sacrilege! Here I am on the wagon and I’ve just discovered cheap booze! A man could live off bottle ‘Os here. Eighteen ‘Buds’ for 12 dollars, a slab of Coronas for 24 dollars – look at the money I could be saving!
Chris reckons I’m salivating because I’m an alcoholic – but I’ve just received some medical advice from Joe the taxi driver (who speaks with authority on such matters as he delivers the little old ladies to the local medical centre); and he assures me that I’m not an alcoholic. He’s says I’m just a drunk because if I was an alcoholic I’d be going to meetings.
Anyway, there seems to be a few people over here that have worse vices.
We visited the ‘Finish Line Sports Grill’ across the road from the camp ground expecting to find a place to have dinner in the evening. As soon as we opened the door we quickly closed it again. Inside was a tiered arena area with semi-circles of computer screens on each level and large screens at up the front. At each terminal was a person gambling on horse or dog races. They all looked around as we entered like we shouldn’t have been there – so we quickly weren’t. The whole place was the same – every area crammed with punters and the grill turned out to be a counter for burgers etc.
Mike
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| Chris invading the betting ring |
It seems that this excuse for a holiday is nothing more than a booze and gambling trip going by the pictures posted!! SB
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