First item on the agenda was to dump my bags and run to the beer festival that was going on just down the road. I was supposed to meet up with Bryan, the motorcycle across Africa guy, and Ike, German army dude, buuuuut neither of them showed up. I proceeded to find myself amidst a group of muricans and their old people banter fueled my buying of more tokens. Hahaha. This was a Mei Bock beer festival so most of the beers were higher abv and quite similar in their bockness, of which I am not a fan. Luckily I think I only saw one doppelbock, worst of all beers. Hahaha. There were a few brewers from England and majority of the rest were Dutch so that was cool to see all 35 products sourced locally
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