Yup - a little store on one of the old WW2 era taxiways that was now a road on the way to the Grande Hotel on Blue Bay(?) - where, from memory, 8-10 crates of empty Tiger Beer bottles (large) were exchanged for a like number of the icy cold variety.
I also remember going to a party at Curepipe at the house of a QF CSM based in Muaritius - Rick Warnicky?- and driving back, pissed, across unlit mountain roads in a rental Morris 1100...Gerry was driving...Dad and I dying just a little bit on every corner. There was a room party going on when we staggered into the hotel...well what to do
It were an eye opening trip - first time my disciplinarian and most assuredly uncool/square father (14 yr old's perception) let me drink - on a what happens down route stays down route basis - the next time I got drunk was on muck up day at the end of year 12..I got locked outa the house until I sobered up and cleaned up
