In the first evening I was sitting alone at the hotels bar in the restaurants first floor around 7.30 pm. People coming in to eat had to go to second floor. It was not too difficult to guess that something was going on downstairs. Then they managed an awesome buffet with a roasted pig in the center. Soon started a flow of mainly big strong 50+ mainly Australian men, over 30 altogether. It was surely not a bridge-club, but a reunion of former rugby players. They were mainly drunk, happily in good mood.
Soon somebody started to by drinks to me too, and there was no use to say thank you but...
When they started to enjoy the buffet , their leader came to me and said " please help yourself there is enough for you too". The roasted pig was best I ever had. There was a good local rock band playing hot music from 70's and the bunch of guys was wild with the band. Some had wives or girl friends with them but they were sent upstairs. I was the only outsider accepted, at least I was the first at the bar. At midnight I retired, many of them too.
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