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Fine lager in Seville,
Even business trips to
After topping up the alcohol in there,
John Peel lead the way around the back of the cathedral and Alkazar
thing to a rather small bar, the Alimaza, where we
were served pints of good lager by a couple of cute bar wenches. This place
then shut, but a few yards up the road was the
This bar then chucked out, but yet again, a few yards up the road we were satisfied, and sat outside on some nice pavement tables [how continental]. They then closed, but next door salvation was at hand with a couple of people playing the guitar outside another bar, the Alvaro Poregil. More generic, though nice tasting lager followed served by a bloke behind a very small counter. The toilet, however, was little more than a single trough in a wardrobe ...
Yet again, they called time, but yet again we found hope, in the shape of Bodega Belmonte, a larger establishment with the feel of a Hogshead or Firkin pub about it. Finally, we couldn't fit any more in, and after lots of loud swearing for effect, we decided to make our ways back to our hotels. For some reason John went inside a colonial Spanish looking hotel and managed to come out a different way - Bruce went to look for him and gave up and went home too. I felt that perhaps this was a good idea, especially as it was pissing with rain, so I hailed a cab as I could not read the map and was duly deposited at the Hotel Al Andalus.
The cab ride must have desiccated me, so I
thought that what the doctor ordered would be a quick beer at a bar which
wasn't any good in the foyer, but which I had nonetheless not visited before.
However, I had regained the taste for booze and brightly-coloured
liquids, so foolishly elected to rapidly have two large Campari
and sodas as a nightcap, thus rendering myself hungover
next day for the plane trip home. Not surprisingly, I declined the offer of
free booze on the
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