What can I say...God Bless Tiger Beer. Forgive the blasphemy, but it's the truth. When you're a million miles from home, in a bad mood, and your team are driving you insane...take solace in Tiger Beer. Admittedly foul tasting, often served lukewarm by a sleazy barman and shared by around eight people...it still works wonders. Especially, as in one bar in KK, when sold in 5s. 25RM would buy you 5 bottles, which, when shared around three people, go quite a ways. Especially when the buckets of 5 begin to mount up and a dull evening turns quickly into quite the most fascinating evening you've ever had. But once the 25RM had run out and, on our last night, we were resorting to pooling change and sharing a can, Tiger Beer still soothes troubles away.
Of course, when I arrived home, I was looking forward to some decent beer, only for my mother to buy me a pack to stave off nostalgia. However, when planning a reunion for my team, I was delighted to find a restaurant offering both noodles and Tiger Beer...the two most memorable aspects (dining-wise) of my expedition.