Dropped in to see the boys at the pods, who were knocking back a few cold ones on a tropical afternoon. As is the custom of many where surf and holidays coincide. I was a bit thirsty after my walk, but there wasn't a drop of water in the whole place; all refrigeration and bench space was reserved for the Bintang. The bottle top mosaic is their doing, not the intervening hand of a stylist. When you get to 100, it is time to go home.