Tropicana and sunarama Colombo Sri Lanka,
Hotel Colon Puerto Cabello, great old juke box in there, tried learning spanish with waitress there over many weeks,
Forget name of bar outside gates at gulfport, remember being wheeled into there in shopping trolley, caused a bit of buzz with police, but thats another story
Then there was that hotel in Fremantle when no pubs werecooen on a sunday, but they had a group playing rugby tyoe songs, may even have been kevin bloody Wilson. Thats the only place in the world that the air made me stagger and i finisged up in safety net having missed footings on gangway.
Boogie street, singapore, was it the gut in Malta, great place for bar crawl in those days. Keo brewery, great tour round finished up with copious amounts of beer on veranda.
Cant understand where the money went!
Found being an R/O was a tough life, go ashore with 8 to 12 watch for a look around, get back on board and find 12 to 4 watch say come ashore, then again with the 4 to 8. Renember the time one captain @#$$#@$#% me out fir soending too much time in bed, the mate heard him and said to me i had better stay up.
Sorry folks lost track of thread, but every bar was a special place, and its sad to think how many i have forgotten.
Anyone else recall bar in Dover ran by an ancient lady, dildoes all around room on shelves sent to her from all sides of the globe, she would say if you wanted a drink help yourself and put money in till, if barrel ran out you had to put next one on.
Going back to traning days in bristol who recalls the coronation tap near suspension bridge, courage beer but scrumpy cider served from barrels behind bar rough and smooth. Barman would have made big daddy look like he was on a diet. Then there were the lockins on the christmas steps near theatre, and don't forget the , umm, gambling joint upstairs rooms somewhere of white chaple road.
Thats ot . Rant over, beginning to think i was close to beong an alchie