So, I am sitting here in an internet cafe run by some smug guy in a stocking cap who actually tried to explain to me how wireless internet works when all I really wanted to know is how much it cost so I could write this up and get to some serious beer tasting.
The hotel we are staying at here in Victoria, British Columbia, said it had wi-fi, but really didn’t. So those visions of me polishing off this little duty while sipping a freshly made local ale in our room were sent crashing in flames faster than a Lowenbrau on the Hindenburg.
But, that’s OK. I am used to such setbacks in my efforts to scour the world to get to know great beer and the people who make it.
I will add more here, later, after we get back home. And when I have a stable internet connection that isn’t costing me a coffee every half hour when my bladder and my husband and dog aren’t waiting for me to finish up so we can go exploring. On my hubby’s birthday, no less!
Ah, yes. The work of a beer writer never ends. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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