Friday night 3

Aaah. Another Friday night. This week was a lot calmer than previously, quite chilled in fact - maybe it was the hot weather. We had a very sensible discussion with a neighbour who gave us lots of advice, and we managed to break the ice with the Mohican.

The Mohican is a fixture in the bar. He looks kinda scary - all torn clothes, tattoos, body piercings and multicoloured hairdos. But he's full of useful tips about not trying to store octopuses in the bottom of the fridge (they escape, cover the place in ink and trash everything), and why it's not a good idea to dress the way he does and wait outside a school in a strange town with a car covered in blood. Really nice guy.

We also learned that there's a B&B in town we're the owners have a room they call 'The Murderers Room' - because of things that went on in there a couple of years ago. They have to bite their tongues and not offer prospective guests that room in that name.

And how local suicide statistics are skewed by tourists. In fact just this week a German tourist is suspected of throwing himself off a local causeway.

It may sound a bit gory - but it was a good night out!