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Myself and some friends had just arrived in Split Croatia when we decided to shorten our lives with a quick trip to MacDonalds (no photographs, no dogs, no guns - it says on the door). As we were walking down a walking street - go figure - we ran into a friend of mine sat down at an outdoor cafe bar. He and his friends were half cut (it was almost 11 am) and they invited us to join them. Surprisingly we did. We all ordered a round of Pivo (beer) and my friend, whom I will call JJ McPherson (because that is his name) pulled out a bottle of duty free Baileys Irish Cream. That lasted no time, so JJ pulled out a bottle of Malibu Rum. That having been dealt with, we were back on the Pivo with JJ ordering shots of whatever the establishment had left in the basement after the war. The bar chick was good enough to bring us a couple of shot glasses after the language barrier was crossed. She spoke perfect English; however, by this time we were having some trouble with it. About this time my friends self preservation bells and whistles start to go off and they escape over the side, bound for the beach.
So by and by JJ notices that it is time for him to get to the airport. He had managed to wrangle himself a flight on a British Airforce flight to the UK, for free! So off he went leaving me with his friends. After some pizza, which was an experience in its self, I bid farewell to my new companions and went off in search of my friends. I found them by the rocky shoreline and we did what everyone should do when you are having trouble walking, we went swimming. No one batted an eye when I stripped off to put on my bathing suit. Probably more a comment on my physical gifts then on the attitudes of the locals. We fell asleep in the sun after a dip and ended up with a bit of a burn to go along with our headaches. All good things come to an end and we were back on our bus to Bosnia at 7 p.m.
As for JJ? Well the Brits decided that he was a little too drunk to be on their plane and told him to beat it. Oh the demon booze! Why do we Drink! And why are we not drunk right now!!
Signed Jerry
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