"down to the Irish bar for a few last quiet pints before we leave Rio" . .................... I told Charlie not to jinks us by writing that. I had an Idea those last few pints wouldn be so quiet.
Ended up headin to our local Irish pub `Shinanigans` for one. Just because we were getting home sick for a proper pint glass and maybe meet up with some other Irish travellers. The pub was full but we were the only Irish there. Soon one pint became two and we ended up paying into a pool tournament with a big group of the pubs local husslers. Charlie our biggest hope went down to a very aggressive lad in a pink shirt who persisted in clenching his fists and whining about charlie and the way he didn follow the American rules of pool. Meanwhile, the pints kept on going down and we knoticed a man enter the competition who looked exactly like Bill Gates. He had his own queue and swet band, and seemed to know all of the staff and people in the bar. We joked about who´d have to play this guy.
I´m the next up so I better have a slash to prepare. In the toilets Bill comes in. Not to go to the toilet, not to blow his nose but to take his own soap out off his pocket to wash his hands and splash water on his face. Eyeing himself up in the mirror as if he wanted to start a fight with himself he adjusted his wrist bands and shouted at himself. Thats right i got to play him. The ref was laughing at me. I nearly took him but I think the beer got the better of me and he beat me on the black. (perpect photo opp and a chance once more to get the MagnaDry name out there and a possible contract with Bill Gates)
Charlie, Nic, Bill (Gates), Myself & Joe
Whats that in my hand?
Joe with a few more pints in him didn do so well (sorry Joe my turn to write the blog)
After that we made friends with every person in the pub. 8 of us climbed into a small taxi and with my feet out the window we made our way to the late bar.
What are those cards We´re Holding?
Here we met our Spanish friends from the Scuba-diving in Ile Grande. Its amazing how small the world is! a few Caprianis (Rum an crushed Limes) (which Charles forced me to drink) later we arrived back in the Hostel at !@#$%¨&* Am or Pm I cant remember.
(CHARLIE- It didn´t take much convincing Ro!)
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