Since a wet Aussie started this subject and failed to follow up, I've had to post it. He (retread2) spends his R&R touring the flower gardens and municipal toilets of various third-world dictatorships in search of himself (he hasn't found that awful thing, unless you count the disturbing image in the warped and curiously stained mirror at the bog in the old Quezon hotel). So. Montego Bay/Ocho Rios, Jamaica. The Pink House (bring your own raincoat) "Shag your Eyes OutÂ©" Bahrein. Whatever grisly hotel bar it was. Who cares - it sold alcohocolocol. Nairobi. And environs in the good ol' days. Including the Safari Club. Meeting William Holden at the bar and talking shop.