Did you know that when I arrived at Lime St station, the cab driver complained about foreigners running up ticket prices at Anfield. I told him I’m pretty much Scouse. He challenged me to sing Poor Scouser Tommy, which I did with ease (and melodiously). He then offered to drive us around all weekend free of charge.
To balance it out, I was at Busch Gardens in Tampa recently when I saw a sign saying, “Free Beer.” Mrs ROTW told me it was a trick, but you have to go and find out, right? So off I went.
And what do you know, there were two options - one national, light beer, ugh no thank you; but the other one a local craft brewery, yep, let’s give it a whirl - and upon showing my ticket on my phone, for entry into the theme park, I claimed my free beer.
Didn’t have to buy anything else. Granted, it was only a half, but it went down a treat in between rollercoaster rides.
We are visiting Czechia tomorrow and staying overnight in a hotel near Dresden. My wife booked it. It turns out to be a sort of mini apartment type place and we have even had dinner brought up to the kitchenette.
This is quite possibly the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. Possibly jostling for top spot with a place we stayed at in Kuala Lumpur in 2001. I am dreading to know what the bill will be tomorrow.