One of my fellow GEs always went on JACIG trips armed with a few of the well known girlie mags. I well remember us spending a whole night drinking vodka in the hotel workers bar, on the strength of one 2 year old playboy magazine. The one I always disliked was Bulgaria. I remember on one occasion we were taken to an Officers Mess for our evening meal, we were given a bowl full of thick gravy that covered a large lump. On cutting into it, it was simply a ball of boiled fat, from which animal I have no idea. The Captain suggested it was just the starter, turned out to be the main and only course. I did a couple to Sofiya, but never ate on the ground there again.
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