Since uni has been out, I have been living the sweet life of a sloth. My days are marked by getting up scandalously late, endless hours of internet, virtually zero exercise, heaps of fried chicken and inordinate amounts of alcohol.
Been drinking almost everyday since our Hunter Valley trip, where I spent the entire day learning the finer points of wine appreciation. Since I started to become relatively more sociable in recent weeks I've managed to meet and make a couple of good friends, but I think my current best mates are still vodka and rhum. Oh, I joke.
I've never been fond of beer and Red Horse is probably the only beer I can guzzle like water, but last weekend I tried a Mexican cerveza called Pacifico and it was passably good. A friend also came up to me holding a bottle of San Miguel and said 'This is from your country'. That compelled me to get a bottle for myself and I must admit it was goooood. It was nice, cold and crisp...well worth the $8 I paid for it (I'm pretty sure back home I could score around a dozen bottles with that price).
I was also able to try some new stuff: a shot of Poire from France which was excellent (and sweet just the way I like it), and another shot of Pisco from Peru. Drinking Pisco replicates the experience of gulping down a few drops of petrol. Suffice it to say that it's one of the nastiest stuff I've ever had (in the same league as the Fuoco dell'Etna from Italy, which was literally like drinking liquefied fire), and it might take quite a while before I could muster enough guts to give it another go.
Hell, I can't believe I just devoted the last two paragraphs to alcohol reviews. My dream job has always been to become a travelling food critic, but reviewing alcohol is just low-lifery on a whole new level. I should stop now. Damn, alcohol does make you lose IQ points.
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