Jelly…Wrestling?
I arrive in Byron in the middle of the night. My hostel, Aquarius, is a maelstrom of humanity – some of which is…sticky?! Apparently tonight is “Girls Wrestling In Jelly For Cash Prizes…Night”. I’m pretty broke…and I have long hair… Perhaps if I had a shave…
The fatigue of the day has driven me insane. I should rest. Or drink.
The bar parts with a scooner of beer for $5. This equates to just under £5 a pint. This is the “cheapest bar in Byron”. The feeling of dread that started in my stomach has moved to my mouth. Or maybe that’s just this terrible lager… It’s hard to tell, so I drink some more as an experiment.
I conclude it is both dread and lager. I also conclude that Dread Lager would make a fine Murderbeer.
The rest of the night is lost to bad beer, awkward social alienation and a lack of sleep in the hostel room.
I have a bad feeling about Byron…