Once we got back to Thurston's House, we dropped off our things, met Thurston's parents, and then went out for something to eat. We decided to try a small fish specialist diner called Fish on Fire, which none of the guys had ever been to, but wanted to see what it was like. Inside, there were men with mullets playing a game where they had to hit a pin on a board with a ring on the end of a piece of string. Once we sat down a very friendly waitress came over, then demanded to see our ID. It seems this is common custom (it's happened in each subsequent place we've bought alcohol), and as a result everybody here carries photo identification with them at all times. We got our pitchers of beer and the iced glasses they give you with them, and ordered our food. I had a jerked grouper which was excellent.
After Fish on Fire we went on to a bar by car. I think the bar (pictured) was pretty much a local's place, judging by the shouts of 'white guys, white guys' from the man behind us, when a Lynyrd Skynyrd song came on the jukebox. A couple of blokes with big Harley Davidson's dismounted and came in for drinks as well. It was a hell of a lot of fun just to catch up with Andrew and T, soak up the unusual atmosphere of Florida, and enjoy a few drinks after such a long day. And I do enjoy my American beer.
Since there was only one designated driver who was going in our direction, we had an interesting time trying to fit 4 6ft-or-more tall men in the back of Andrew's sister's car. I'm pretty sure I went straight to sleep when I got back, as the jetlag was getting me.
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