Best: RAF 34' yacht moored in Stavanger harbour. Trawler moors up next door - duty 'mother' buys fresh prawns caught 30 mins before & lightly fries them in butter with a hint of garlic for our lunch - washed down with a nice Chablis.
Worst: the fabulous free range breakfast bacon fried, quite deliberately, upwind of us by our Aircrew Survival instructors, for 3 starving days in a row. You utter, utter bastards!
