The 'Pub Bus'
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
Yesterday morning, we were sitting around on the balcony when one of the German girls suggested that if we all chipped in five bucks, we could all share quite a substantial barbecue in the evening with a few beers. More or less everyone simultaneously agreed and we handed over the notes. It's pretty cool actually as we have free access to one of those huge expensive gas barbecues. Well that was dinner sorted, and this afternoon was basically a choice between a few hours surf and chilling out at the lodge. I'd been surfing every day since I'd arrived and had drawn more blood and accrued more cuts and bruises than I could manage for now. Besides, I needed time to catch up with the travelogue, or at least start making a few notes, or I was rapidly going to lose momentum.
So after making some notes and catching up with things, a quick 'hammock siesta' and a shower, it was nearly time for the barbie. I headed down and joined the others, who were standing round enjoying a few beers.
Someone had suggested having a couple of beers in the village, just for a change. Chris had offered to drive the surf bus in to town, but nearer the time he quite understandably fancied having a couple of beers himself. So he made a few calls and later came back telling us to be ready in fifteen to twenty minutes as our lift was on its way. Bonus. So, right on schedule the minibus pulled up outside the lodge and we jumped in. On the way down to the village I asked Chris what change we needed to have ready or how much we would need to chip in for the taxi. I didn't quite catch what he said but it was something along the lines of 'we should really get them a beer out of courtesy'. I later found out what the situation was. Chris had phoned the local pub and had told them that nine or ten of us wanted to come to the bar for a few beers. Well apart from the address, that was all they needed to know. This is what we found hilarious. They come and pick you up in their little pub bus, and take you to the pub. You enjoy a few beers, a game of pool, share some stories and a few laughs, then when you're finished they take you back home. A classic! Bearing in mind we were about 8km's away, halfway up the side of a mountain. We giggled about it for ages and I even had to phone Danny back home just to hear him laugh about it.
It turned out to be a good night, meeting a few of the locals and getting to know each other better. I don't think I'll ever forget 'The Pub Bus'!