The pub crawl continued. We visited a private home, where the hostess served drinks after first dishing out appetizers with cayan pepper jelly that made you incredibly thirsty -- smart lady. Then it was off the On the Rocks, a seaside bar near the bottom of the hill. I was getting a bit tired by now, so I bowed out and hailed a cab.

I was hoping for a red plate, but a white plate pulled up and the guy said it was OK to take me all the way to Seastar Inn gates, so I said what the heck and got in, and it was all good.