Equipped,
I still have my 1984 vintage empty bottle somewhere. That was my first night on the island; we landed at 1300 and had been well and truly introduced to Keo and Kokkers in the Block by 1600. By 2000 I was wandering around a weird municipal park drinking weird wine. By 0630 the next day, I was on a sqn run revisiting the experience up and down Cardiac Hill.