The long drive back up to Tripoli went smoothly and as a farewell David took what was left of the team (others flew back last week for teaching commitments) for a slap up meal. A fleet of taxis whisked us out of town to a collection of fish stalls and open barbecues with restaurants behind them. The deal was you selected a few fish, they were weighed and you were given a table number. Once seated - we waited about 20 minutes as it was busy, there was a salad buffet to keep us amused, whilst the chefs gutted and grilled the fish. Being within feet of the Mediterranean and busy it all looked fresh. I shared a big Gilt Head Bream, in the middle of the picture, with my pal Ian. Delicious. Just lacked a glass or two of Chablis, but that’s not far away now.
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I reckon you're on the Chablis about now you bleeder! Welcome sodding back to Brown's Broken Britain!
Yeah, too right. Welcome back from that Africa.
You're right Ron and Fred. Hit Beaune on Monday evening. Kicked of in a bar with a round of Kir Royale followed by a bottle of Clos de Chateau Mersault Chardonnay. Then, with a lavish meal (Michelin 2 knife and forker) we kicked off with four more Kir Royale's then a Premier Cru Cote de Beaune, 2003, then a Pommard, 2005, then an Aloxe Corton 2005. Calvados to round the evening off, naturally. Home now. Sand storms to snow drifts in ten days.
Blimey oh Riley, that's some bottle count. I am deeply impressed. Well done!
I've got no booze in the house at all, he says smugly. Well, there's a bottle of crusted port behind the toaster that might get a hammering tonight.
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