Staying in a town called Robertson in sa, and they just don't have bars like we do in the uk.
After three days of drinking cans in the room, I was getting desprit.

So last night I chanced me arm at sneaking into the Masonic lodge (photo to follow)
Holy moley. It's the roughest bar I ever was in. About 100 drunken Zulus watching the sa/Australian rugby match.

A fantastic bunch of guys. They stood up and sang the anthem with gusto, offered me the seat on the pool table, and turfed out the bum who tried to weasel a drink out of me.
Poor as heck, but proud as fck people.


One pound a pint. Ooh me head hurts