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Mexican Coke
August 7th, 2006 at 23:23
My mate Heggs is back from his gap year in Belize, Guatemala and Mexico. He’s spent the last six months trekking around a tropical paradise… almost as exciting as what I’ve been doing. Last night he had a big party to celebrate his return.
Excellently, he bought me some Mexican Coke back- apparently it tastes slightly different to its American (and presumably British) equivilent. It tasted lovely- and was a 600ml bottle, compared to the 550ml crap you get here. It was lovely- and probably had a greater chance of killing Columbian trade unionists than British bought coke (because its nearer, it obviously has a greater effect).
He probably had some excellent stories about his adventure too which would make an excellent blog entry, but the Coke! It was wonderful- and Heggs presented it to me wearing a mini-sombrero. Coke! Coke!
It was a good evening overall- all of the usual people were there, as well as Heggs’ mate from Belize, who went out there with him. At one point in the evening, for some reason that I forget, I told the group that I thought I was “pretty cool” – bizarrely, despite having known me for approximately two hours by this point, Heggs’ friend laughed hardest, with the most contempt at this. I couldn’t Belize my eyes.
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