Listen, I love to immerse myself in foreign cultures. So when I was challenged to shoot local liquors at each of my campaign stops, I said yes. Was it me who challenged me to this quest? Potentially...I don't want to talk about it.
The challenge here lay in my traditional failure in efficient shot-taking. Everything from my defenseless stomach to my over eager gag reflex was against this plan. So I did it.
The challenge here lay in my traditional failure in efficient shot-taking. Everything from my defenseless stomach to my over eager gag reflex was against this plan. So I did it.
First up: Plum schnapps in France. I thought: "Schnapps? Isn't that like watered down flavored vodka? Done."
I was mislead.
Second up: Roki in Kosovo.
I wish I could accurately describe it. It has a similar taste to gasoline. And poison. Mixed together.
Finally: Slivovice in the Czech Republic.
Our waitress compared this national liquor to Sambuca. Mind you, Sambuca resulted in the one and only time that I have crawled under a bed and vomited in a foreign country. And passed out in a bus lane.
But a challenge is a challenge. And I was challenged..by myself...I don't want to talk about it.
There is no deeper love of culture.
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